#hopefully we survive this new year as well and make it to the next one safely.

[slightlyslytherinthings]

Since when...

Warnings: Light Smut. Sebastian touching himself thinking of Y/N.

Description: Of course all aged up. There are two segments the first one is more an introduction and the secound one a light smut. Last year of the school. Sebastian being the narrator of this ff.

Please give me some feedback it is my first writing, I would love to know where I could improve. And maybe write a next part to it.

🖤🤍💚

Starting a new year and also the last year at hogwarts felt great, knowing that less than 365 days are apart until I can start a career, maybe traveling for awhile or just staying with my dearest twin Anne and with my lovely friends Ominis and Y/N. I wonder how their summer break went?

Speaking of I just seeing them standing at the great hall, "Hey Ominis! Y/N!". "There you are Sebastian, good to hear you again. Hopefully with less trouble than the last years", said Ominis, being cocky as ever. "Hey Sebastian good to see you again, totally missed you on my adventures.", as Y/N greeted me she put her arms around me to hug me thight for a moment.

Even after I spoke the death curse against my own uncle, and Ominis being mad at me, which was understandable, Y/N could manage to make him speak to me again. Not only him, she also convinced Anne to send me owls, she might even want to see me soon again. Y/N was really a true friend, after all I put her through and even after cursing that damned cruciatus curse to get out of the scriptorium, she still kept up with me and my problems. I should give it to her back somehow. Pleading of liking having friends in my debt, I'm surely forever in her debt.

Speaking of feeling her hug I noticed something different, it felt more softer and wasn't she usually bit closer? Merlin. It is her wider chest, which puts us apart, she definitely didn't had them the last two years, what was she drinking- STOP IT! I shouldn't think so inappropriate about her like that. I love her, as a friend, maybe even like a sister or even like a brother since she acts sometimes like one, maybe it was our influence, tho.

But still I shan't think of her like that, even if she truly grew more mature. Who am I to ask her out? She would be definitely better off with someone like Ominis. I must admit the thought of it feels off. Even if both of them deserved to be happy.

I gently got off of her hug, "We should go to the table, shall we?" She smiled at me with a wide grin as she went forward to the end of the slytherin table. Ominis and I followed her, he placed himself next to her and I sat towards her. Unfortunately Imelda Reyes joined us, placed her gossiping ass right next to me. Merlin help me to survive her annoying being. I always wondered how Y/N can be so friendly with her, but thinking of it since she also has no problem with my sorry ass, it might be even a greater superpower to keep up with difficult people than the thing with ancient magic itself.

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As the three of us sat outside, waiting for the transfiguration class to begin, a sudden dark cloud rain above us. I actually enjoyed the water drops running down my face, but I noticed the couple of Ominis and Y/n moving fast under the stone roof right before the classroom. "Sebastian please join us under the roof before you're getting a cold, my dear." her softly well sounding voice filled with concern rang through my ears and I followed them, like she was a siren calling a sailor of his boat.

"Are you getting cold? Your clothes are soaking wet.", she asked. "Don't worry, I just know the right spell to dry myself up." I used the hot air charm on myself. "That is a nice spell, do you mind drying my clothes too?"

Even tho she wasn't staying long in the rain, her blouse got a bucket or two full water on her and I could see her skin through it- damn it. Feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks and some other part, I also cast that spell towards her and maybe a bit to much than it needed to be. But it even made it worse, since her blouse got more pressed against her, which defined her gorgeous body even more. Merlin. Would she ever think like that of me too?

The class started and we sat- of course she had to sit next to me. It made it somehow worse, I think Ominis could start to tell that I was all over for her.

"Professor Weasley?", I raised my hand. "Ah yes, Mr. Sallow.", as she answered. I asked, "May you excuse me? I need to go to the toilet right now." - "Mr. Sallow the class just started.", she sighed. "But before an accident happeneds you're dismissed."

I stand up slowly hiding something with my cloak as much possible, I needed to go out of here, these thoughts of her wet skin... these silky fabric touching her nice silhouette, where I deeply wished she would want me to touch her- Merlin, since when had I developed such a desire for her?

I went of to a toilet stall, as fast as I shut the door and locked it. I began to unbotton my trousers and grab my little devil, starting to rubbing it. I pictured every inch of Y/n, her lips oh her sweet shaped lips.. imaging her to bite them because she would see something at me she also desired for so long. Her doe eyes which innocently hide her true nature of being a freak in the sheets.. I bet she isn't innocent at all. And Merlin these breast, what I would give to just get another glimpse. I moved my hand faster as I got more and more scenarios of her, like her blouse get lose and I could see her shoulders, she definitely would get aroused and start moaning if I could kiss them until she get bruises, enough bruises so that anyone knows she enjoys me, only me. I pressed my right hand against the door, thinking of how she would loved being pinned at it while her legs would perfect wrap around me, she would scream my name while I thrust my devil inside of her warm, wet witchhood until she can't walk or even say a word anymore. I would love to see her face while she comes, knowing that I could do that to her- "Merlin, Fuck. Y/N!"

I groaned her name a bit too loudly for a public toilet as I came in my hand. I have luck that no one was around. I cleaned myself in exhaustion and walked back to class. Y/N grin at me, when I rejoined the class.

Merlin, stop smiling at me like that again.

#hogwarts legacy #slytherin #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow jealous #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow smut

[corvidpaws]

🪻🦋 GENESIS. 🔮📋

kirby oc tournament entry.

“Lucky is she, who lives unaware, who doesn’t get bothered by all that’s unfair…”

PERSONALITY.

Genesis is a kind, caring figure haunted by a past only they remember- and it doesn’t matter too much in the grand scheme of things, anyway. They have taken on the role of a therapist, and their personality generally fits the stereotypical view of a therapist. Of course, they aren’t without their flaws- often trying too hard to reach a goal or blaming everything on themselves.

BACKSTORY.

Genesis is from the Forgotten Land. Or, as the residents prefer to call it, the New World.

Their origins are mostly hidden. I mean, you don’t really want to tell people that- well. I’m not going to tell you their secrets. That’s just rude. They’ll tell you when they’re ready.

Hopefully.

All I can tell you is that they have a strange connection to Fecto Forgo.

Oh, well, I’ll tell you a bit more.

Let’s see… I’m sure it was written down somewhere around here.

“Since it’s capture, ID-F85 has only shown activity once- it’s brain patterns seem to suggest that it is dreaming. But that is a fanciful observation, and we are not fanciful people. A monster cannot dream.” — Retired Lab Discovera Tour, Year Unknown

The creature known as Fecto Elfilis had split into two- Fecto Forgo and Elfilin. The Ancients had long abandoned the planet, taking off to Shiver Star. Imprisoned, alone, unable to move and lost in a world without any creatures capable of thought- yet, they drifted. They dreamed. And in their dreams surfaced memories.

A land of dust and fire. A trickster magician.

A world of flora. A sorrowful spindler.

And their own great form, lost to the cruel experiments of the people who lived here, so desperate to leave.

From those dreams, came Genesis. A creation of stardust and love. They wandered throughout the abandoned land, watching as the beasts gained intelligence, and talking with them. When trapped in a collapsing tunnel, they met Elfilin, who saved them. The two then became friends.

They also met Gamma Knight, who landed in the forgotten land after [REDACTED]. Genesis helped them flee to [REDACTED].

When the Beast Pack was formed, Genesis stayed out of the way, recognising the work of their progenitor. But when Elfilin was captured, they followed Kirby from a distance, leaving behind Maxim Tomatoes and vanishing without a trace.

When Elfilis was defeated, Elfilin and Genesis reunited, and the former took the latter to Dreamland, where they both settled.

And they decided to settle on a rather successful career.

It had been a solid five hours since Kirby had started telling Genesis about the 'monsters' they'd fought, with Dedede and Meta Knight himself chipping in when needed; sometimes to explain their actions while the puffball had been defeating the newest threat to Popstar, sometimes to correct him or add a detail. But instead of getting frustrated or tired, Genesis had only listened politely, nodding as they talked. […] "Those monsters you fought... I'd be terrified, honestly. But you've survived all of it, and you're still here, ready to face the next battle, and that means you're exceptionally resilient. But life isn't all about battles." Genesis continued. "It's pretty late, so I'll end the session here, but think about it. Come back if you need to." — Chapter Two, Session One, These Creatures I’ve Seen

Well, that wasn’t a bit more, that was a lot more. But there are still some mysteries. Will you uncover them? Let’s find out.

OTHER.

Themes:

The Dream Discoveries Tour Juliet - Cavetown Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me Gilded Lily - Cults Meteor Shower - Cavetown Treehouse - Alex G

Toyhou.se Page: https://toyhou.se/22030569.genesis Ginjka Design: Here

“Unlucky me, who knows way too much, and fights to make changes through music and such, unlucky me, aware of the pain, all ‘cause I happen to have some brain…”

@kirbyoctournament sorry about the lore dump! It will happen again

#genesis #kirby #kirby oc #kirby oc tournament #lore #oc lore #kirby oc lore #kirby and the forgotten land spoilers #for the banners lol #so excited for this!! did a poll in a discord server and the result was a resounding yes #so here i am #let’s see how this goes

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/11/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew Sightings; Rhys; Wee John Wondays; Rosie; Vico; Kaimana; Vico & Samantha Rei; Claudia; Articles; S2 Rewatch; Relax I'm From the Future Watch; Articles; People of Earth Season 1 Watch Party Reminder; Apple Tv Valentine's Video; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Our favourite Captain attended the 28th annual Art Directors Guild Awards at The Ray Dolby Ballroom on February 10, 2024. He announced 2 of the winners and both those people weren't there to receive it! "This feels personal. What's so bad about meeting me?" NOTHING RHYS EVERY ONE OF US WILL COME MEET YOU DON'T WORRY. Thank you to @rhysdarbinizedarby for all the pics.

==Wee John Wondays==

Wee John Wonday's are back tomorrow! 10.30 PM GMT (5:30 PM ET, 1:30 PT) Looks like there's a Mystery Special Guest! Could it be Nathan? Or Matthew Maher perhaps? Someone cute!

== Rosie and Vico and Kaimana ==

Rosie also attended the Them Fatale last night! She got to meet up with Vico and Kaimana and it looks like everyone had an amazing time! These three are so adorable together.

Vico also met up with Samantha Rei! Check out their Live IG here

= Claudia O'Doherty =

Not OFMD related, but it's nice to see our lovely Claudia (Mary) out and about and being a goofy fun lady as usual.

== Articles ==

The Best New TV Shows to Stream on Max This Week

== Today's Rewatch Party / Relax I'm From the Future Watch ==

= S2 Rewatch Party =

Our friends @adoptourcrew had a Rewarch party with Q! today in honour of Season 2 being on iPlayer. Just some highlights for you folks not on twitter:

= Relax Im from the Future Highlights =

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Feb 12 - Feb 16: People of Earth Season 1

People of Earth is no longer on any streaming platform, but it is available for digital purchase (ex, on Amazon). If access is an issue, DM Me @gentlebeardsbarngrill (@iamadequate1 may be indisposed so I have access if you need it).

Season 1 watch next week from February 12th to February 16th. 

Skipping the week after in case people want to participate in the next Palestine strike. 

Season 2 watch from February 26th to March 1st 

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags: 

#PiratesOfEarth 

#SaveOFMD 

#AdoptOurCrew

== Apple TV Valentine's Video ==

Some of the crew put together this lovely video for the Apple TV #WooAsACrew event! Check it out!

Vocals: twitter.com/ferventrabbit Video: twitter.com/Giulianaazr & twitter.com/ragsandmuffins

== Love Notes ==

Alright lovelies, it's that time again. Covid brain is still pretty strong with me tonight so I hope I don't sounds like a raving lunatic. Over here in the US it's Sunday night. For those of you on the other side of the world it's already Monday. I hope you all got some good rest this weekend, you deserve it. You've been working so very hard at just living lately. It's tough I know, and it can really wear on you over time. You're doing great though, you really are. It's so hard to see how far we've come when we are living in this constant state of survival, but you know what's really cool? There's a past version of you right now that is so incredibly proud of you. If that you could see yourself right now, they'd be in awe at how far you've come, and how much you've grown. Where you are today will be that same person in a few months or a year, marveling at your progress. You are doing so very well, even on tough days. Remember that. The crew and I are so very proud of you lovelies, and we know past you is too (and hopefully present you, but I understand if that's harder to do). Get some rest and keep at it, you got this. <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

So for tonight, I have a serious question. How the HELL did I miss that Taika did a TED talk, in a goddamn suit vest? Holy Frijoles, someone please make him wear these more often, it's uncomfortable how good he looks in that. Ted Talk Src.

So, uh ya, tonight's vest themed, IDK it just needed to happen, I suppose.

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recaps #ofmd daily recap #taika waititi #rhys darby #rosie carnahan darby #Vico ortiz #kristian nairn #kaimana #claudia o'doherty #adopt our crew #save ofmd #ofmd s3 #save our flag means death #renew our flag means death #Instagram

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Movie!Knuckles discovering echidna!reader after losing his tribe

(Movie!Knuckles x Echidna!Reader)

Love the idea thanks for the request 😊👍

Not going to lie I literally just woke up like a few minutes ago at the time writing this part so excuse the mistakes ~ J/Blaze

Also happy new year everyone hopefully it won’t be as crazy as last year.

Notes: I actually managed to save the request for this post and the next two so yeah

PART 2

Pronouns: they/them

Warning: ⚠️spoilers for knuckles background story in sonic movie 2⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Knuckles + Mentions of Knuckles tribe

Proof Read: ❌

Credit: Banner by freakmia_ on Pinterest + Icon by BlueEyedJinSoul375 on Pinterest

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- Every day is just the same for knuckles ever since losing his tribe it’s been a endless cycle of nothing but walking through forest looking for things in order to survive another day. He’s gotten used to this feeling of being alone even though he sometimes wishes that one day he’ll wake up and realise that it was all a dream.

- Although he is thankful for his father for preventing him from going with him and his other members which also prevented his possible demise he also wishes that he was able to travel back and do the same for him but no matter how long he can think of all the possible things that can prevent the incident he knows deep down that he can’t do anything about it

- However today was the day that the endless cycle knuckles has been going through will be broken. At first it started the same waking up, making himself something to eat etc. After a while he decided to take a break and have a walk through the forest to clear his mind. He likes walking through forests if he wanted to find a way to calm his nerves he likes to walk through the forest.

- That’s when the peace was broken he heard something or someone else walking through the forest that wasn’t him. His body suddenly alerted at the noise “who’s there?” Knuckles shouted preparing for a fight “don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you” a voice came from the other side of a bush “come out from the bush then coward” knuckles once again shouted not believing what the voice was saying. That’s when the thing came out and it was…another echidna?

- The sight of another echidna froze knuckles, ‘this can’t be?’ He thought to himself after all these years of being alone he finally found another of his kind. “Are you alright?” The other echidna questioned afraid that they have done something wrong. Knuckles couldn’t help but move closer, he didn’t want to believe it but his eyes weren’t lying there was another echidna. He felt a tear exit from his eye “what’s the matter? Your crying?” That’s when knuckles brought the mysterious echidna into a hug “have we met before?” The echidna stammered out at the surprise hug. “I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s been a few years since I’ve seen another echidna” knuckles loosened the hug “oh I’m sorry I didn’t realise” the other echidna express sadness “what’s your name?” They asked “oh apologies I’m knuckles” knuckles introduced himself “I’m [NAME] nice to meet you knuckles” you smiled at knuckles

- “What’s gotten you out here [NAME]?” Knuckles asked you “oh I was bored so I decided to have a walk through this forest” “do you have a tribe as well?”Knuckles asked wanting to learn more about you “no not really I’m more of an independent person if you get what I mean” “well if you don’t mind do you want to work together or along the lines of that if you don’t mind” that sounds fun I’d love to” you agreed to knuckles terms to which knuckles gave you a slight smile. After all this time his dream finally came true and there is no way in hell he’ll let it get ruined

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic series #sonic series x reader #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #sonic movie x reader #knuckles the echidna #knuckles the echidna x reader #knuckles #knuckles x reader #movie knuckles #movie knuckles x reader #x reader #request

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (January 7-13, 2024)

Hard to talk about the Monarch: Legacy of Monsters finale without spoilers, so if you haven't watched it yet, skip ahead to the next item. No flashbacks this time (time dilation aside), just our surviving heroes finally all on the same page to solve a seemingly impossible problem. The momentous reunion between Lee and Keiko got the space it deserved, although I was a touch disappointed that the obvious budding romance between Cate and May got shortchanged. And of course we finally got our first kaiju fight of the series, with Godzilla dispatching the Ion Dragon in a quick but ferocious battle. Fun to see this version of the character take on a low-stakes, low-power challenger for a change. I am routinely frustrated by TV seasons ending on cliffhangers (some of which are then never resolved), but they managed to conclude this season's storyline while setting up the next one, should they have the chance to tell it. Good to have some payoff to the Apex episode earlier in the series. I'm wondering if the series is planning to pivot to Kong now. Since Godzilla: King of the Monsters still hasn't happened yet, the Big G still can't make any public appearances without breaking continuity, which is quite the writing complication.

@bog-o-bones has blessed us with an excellent feature-length video essay on the history of the kaiju genre. Even for a walking encyclopedia like me, it was fun to have it all laid out so cleanly—the way the three genre pillars of Godzilla, Gamera, and Ultraman rise and fall in popularity, never entirely in sync and consequently keeping us steadily entertained over the decades. So many narratives about the genre in print are decades out of date and/or act like barely anything past the sixties was worth making. This one's up-to-the-minute and gives the seismic influence of films like Cloverfield and Pacific Rim their due. I have my quibbles (last-minute re-records accidentally omitted GAMERA -Rebirth-; the original Mothra deserved more attention), but I acknowledge the amount of works covered here is staggering and every fan would tell this story a little bit differently. Highly recommended.

IDW's biggest Godzilla comic ever is coming in May, a one-shot anthology called Godzilla: 70th Anniversary. It'll have nine stories over 100 pages, with the writers including Joëlle Jones, Michael W. Conrad, Matt Frank, James Stokoe, Adam Gorham, and Dan DiDio. (Some of these folks will presumably be illustrating their comics as well.) The solicitation doesn't offer many plot hints, given that scope: "From the American Old West to modern Tokyo and beyond, this collection features stories of the King of the Monsters fighting with its allies like Mothra, against old enemies like the terrible Mechagodzilla, and reshaping the lives of all who fall in its path!" I'm surprised they're not waiting until November—hopefully it doesn't get delayed into November.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire will now release in the U.S. two weeks early—March 29. It's taking the place of Bong Joon-ho's Mickey 17, which is now undated. I can hardly complain about being able to see it earlier, though the move comes with some risk, as it's now opening the week after Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire.

SRS Cinema has opened preorders for their Yuzo the Biggest Battle in Tokyo Blu-ray. Or is it Yuzo: The Biggest Battle on Tokyo? That's what the product page says, but on the cover the title's unchanged. Oh, SRS. Anyway, bonus features are scant: just trailers and something called "A Brief Introduction To Ishii Yoshikazu."

Here's the teaser trailer for Volcanodon, a short film from Taiwan's Creator Union of Tokusatsu. They're aiming to have it uploaded to YouTube sometime this year, and I'll happily watch it. Obviously low-budget, but it's well-shot and it's nice to see a kaiju movie outside of Japan go all-in on practical effects.

#kaiju week in review #kaiju #godzilla #monarch legacy of monsters #volcanodon #yuzo the biggest battle in tokyo #godzilla x kong the new empire #idw

[tracybirds]

Been sitting on this bit of fic for a couple of months :) Think I'm ready to put it out in the world

Hunger Games!AU - initially inspired by @tanushakyrano who I believe is knee deep in their own hg au <3 and also thanks to @gumnut-logic whom I inflicted this on when I first wrote it and played cheerleader :D

Hopefully more to come (I have ideas.....)

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The clang of metal on metal pulled Gordon from his sleep, the grey light of a new day greeting him. For a moment, he didn’t move. If he stayed still, curled between Alan and Virgil, he could stave off the day and ignore the jolt of fear that clamoured for attention in his belly.

Another clanging pulled Scott upright, muttering as he rubbed a hand across his eyes. He reached out and placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder and shook him roughly.

“C’mon Virg, dawn bell’s ringing.”

Virgil groaned, mumbling for five more minutes, but the day had begun and no-one in the district cared if one of their citizens would rather have a lie in.

Scott glanced across at Gordon as he hauled Virgil upright. “Don’t you have chores waiting? Harvest doesn’t stop just because it’s Reaping Day. You and John better get gone.”

Gordon didn’t say anything, the sick feeling in his stomach intensifying at the word. John was up already, pulling on a threadbare shirt. He didn’t look at any of them.

Alan yawned. “What am I doing today?”

Scott crouched down, smile fixed firmly in place. “You’re going to help Grandma with the meals – try barter with the Jones-es down the way for some grain – and we’ll see you in the afternoon.”

“Can’t I help with harvest? Pol’s been helping since his birthday.”

Scott swallowed thickly. “No, Allie. Not ‘til your first reaping’s done, you remember what Dad said. We’ll talk next summer.”

Alan nodded. “Okay,” he said easily. “Next year then.”

He scurried away without further protest, and Scott slumped forward with a sigh.

“It’ll be over soon,” said John quietly.

No-one said anything, not wanting to speak their fears aloud and invite them into reality.

“I want to apply for extra,” said Gordon, suddenly. “It’s John’s last year, and we need the tesserae.”

 “No.”

All three older brothers spoke as one.

Gordon met their horrified gaze steadily, his jaw set and face grim.

“You know I’m right. We nearly didn’t make this year without Virgil’s share. If we lose John’s too and there’s no way to make up the shortfall, what do you think will happen come winter?”

“It’s not worth the risk,” spat Scott, his fists shaking.

Gordon snorted. “It’s no less than what you did for us, or Virgil, or John. I’m fifteen now. John’s put his name in, what, eighteen times this year?”

“Twenty-four,” corrected John. He shrank back from Scott and Virgil’s twin looks of horror.

“I knew it,” said Gordon triumphantly. “Every year since he was fourteen, I’m older than that.”

“This isn’t a game, Gordon,” snapped Virgil. “You don’t win for getting your name in the most times, you just get dead.”

“We need that tesserae,” argued Gordon. “Look, I get it, we’ve been that low before, I can do the math as well as you, but last time that happened we had Dad.”

At once, the light diminished, as though the mere mention of the man who’d towered over their family extinguished all oxygen from the room, taking the candle flame with it.

Scott looked like he wanted to hit something, fists clenching and unclenching at his side.

“We can manage,” said Virgil. “There’ll be three of us working for the adult wage next year, we won’t need the extras.”

“Yes, we will,” interjected John.

The admission fell from gritted teeth. Living was a numbers game in the districts, and no-one kept track of the numbers better than John. Gordon exhaled slowly, hope and dread flickering internally with equal measure.

“He’s right,” said John, his voice louder. “Maybe we’ll survive without it, but that’s no guarantee if the crops fail like they did in ’56. Or if a new craze sweeps the Capitol and they need more grain than usual to make whatever extravagant waste-of-space meal is the hot menu item of the season. There’s too many uncertainties, and we can’t base our food supply on a best-case scenario.”

Virgil chewed at his bottom lip, still staring at Scott worriedly. “We might need to trade for medicine or fuel come winter, too,” he admitted reluctantly. “It was only luck we didn’t lose Gordon right alongside Dad that year. And Coney, she says this winter’s going to be a hard one.”

“What does Coney know?” scoffed Scott. “You’d risk Gordon’s life on a maybe?”

“It’s my choice,” snapped Gordon. “Besides, I’d be six slips out of what, a thousand? We need those supplies and you know it.”

Scott opened his mouth to argue, but a second clanging toll rung out and interrupted him.

“That’s the assembly bell,” said Virgil, eyes darting between Scott and the door. “We need to go.”

Scott hesitated, lips pursed as he levelled Gordon with a solemn look in his eyes. “Your choice. You’re right, I can’t stop you. But please, Gordon, think it through. You don’t know what it’s like to watch your little brothers…” His breath heaved in his chest, and he turned away. “Let’s go,” he said to Virgil, leaving John and Gordon behind.

The tension remained, shooting sizzling static through the air as Gordon tried to catch his thoughts and reorder them.

“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” said John quietly.

“Next year we’ll need more than seven allotments.”

There wasn’t much else to say. Unless they brought in a fourth wage next year, by manner of marriage which only meant another mouth to feed, they wouldn’t last the winter.

The wages in District 11 were just enough to keep the population meagrely fed when the weather was fair and the farming a success. But there was no margin for error. Consequently, the poorest members of the district were reliant on the reaping for extra resources.

Gordon wasn’t stupid.

The least valuable were always more likely to be selected.

It was simple math.

#thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #thunderbirds au #gordon tracy #john tracy #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan (for like three seconds lol... let the big kids talk haha)

[danceswithsporks]

Calm-Part 9 (Finale)

Wrecker x Seamstress!reader

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Chapter Notes: many new adventures await our lovers.

Authors notes: Here we are! The final part to Calm. This won’t be the last time we see Wrecker, Tech, Chai and Stitches. There’s still so much we haven’t learned about our friends yet! Thank you all of you for being by my side as we tell these stories. I never expected to fall into the bad batch fandom but as a clone wars girly I had to give them a shot and now they’re my loves.

The next part of the Complete Series will be Awake A Crosshair X Innkeeper (Doll)!reader fic!

Crosshair has seen both sides of the board when it comes to finding his place in a changing galaxy. Now that he knows the truth and is a free man, will he be able to adjust? Or will he need the guiding light of an innkeeper?

If you don’t want to be in the Taglist for Crosshairs story please let me know so I can remove you! If not then I’ll see you all there when it premiers in roughly a month!

Chaos, your house was utter chaos right now. You’d somehow been talked into hosting the engagement party for Tech and Chai and thus your house, courtyard, and even your shop, were packed to the brim. The newly engaged couple was around here somewhere no doubt being harassed by countless well-wishers. You were happy for them, they were taking the next big step in their relationship. A really big step in all honesty. Tech had been home for six months now and had changed, they all had. No more were these rigid and fierce clones on the run. No, now they were just men trying to get by in the galaxy like everyone else. Well, kind of.

Hunter, Crosshair, and Echo still went out on missions but they were now infrequent and only if painfully necessary. Other than that they were slowly finding their place here in Pabu. Doll would never openly admit it, but she and Crosshair were in some kind of odd relationship where they were together but also not together. She’d confided in you about the situation one evening while you were dropping off their dinners. Mentioned how it had started as a stress relief for him but was slowly turning into something more. You had no advice to give her besides “follow your heart” it was the best you could do.

Echo had taken up a position at the school as the history of the galaxy professor. He was the least active of the three because of this. You’d asked him one night why he’d chosen that job out of all the jobs he could have taken on Pabu. He’d replied that he wanted to tell the tales of those now gone and make sure that people didn’t forget the past. Whatever the reason, he seemed happy. However, you could tell something weighed on his mind some nights when he’d come over for dinner or to tutor Omega. But he never seemed to share what it was.

Hunter seemed to be the most active of the three of them, struggling to settle while the others had found a new purpose. Almost monthly he was leaving for some kind of mission. Rex being the one to dole out the missions. Hunter would travel back to Ord Mantel and the tea shop there before leaving on whatever the mission was. From what he’d shared with the group, his main job was helping to locate higher-ranked clones who were still missing after the fall of the Jedi.

“Fox” he’d told you one night while Wrecker, Hunter, and yourself were sitting in your courtyard. “He’s the Husband to the Senator who helped us find Omega. We owe it to her to find out what happened to him.”

It had warmed your heart to know that he was determined to thank this woman in whatever way possible. That her help would hopefully be repaid one day. Hunter had told you that it had been close to two years since Riyo had seen or heard from her husband and it had made your heart hurt for her. You could barely survive two days without seeing Wrecker. Going years without seeing him or knowing if he was ok would be torture.

“Credit for your thoughts?” A warm and loving voice pulled you from your thoughts and back to the party happening.

When had you walked out into the courtyard? When had you placed your wine down on the courtyard wall? “Just thinking about these last few months. How lucky Chai and Tech are. How lucky we all are.”

Wrecker smiled while placing his beer down next to your wine. “We are lucky, aren’t we? Got a safe place to call home. Omega is safe and happy. We’re all together and most importantly, we have people who love and care for us.” Reaching up, he ran his thumb across your bottom lip gently. You kissed the pad of the digit making him hum softly. “Come on, let’s make a break for it.”

“Break for what?” You laughed softly while watching the elderly ladies from your shop reprimand some of the kids who were running through the crowd of people. Shaking your head at them, you looked back to your beloved clone.

His thumb traveled from your lip to gliding across your cheekbone before he held your face gently in his large palm. “ Break for the Marauder. Tonight’s the night, Sarad.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was referencing. What was tonight? Then it hit you, the nebula. Tech had located one a few systems over from yours and Wrecker was instantly intrigued. “W-why tonight?” You weren’t ready, you were barely flying the Marauder here in the atmosphere. Now he wanted to take you fully off planet and through hyperspace?

“Tonight’s a night of celebrations. Why not have our own private celebration and finally get you off this rock?” A light sigh came from the large clone as he knelt in front of you. “I’ll never force you to go, but know that I wouldn’t ask this if I didn’t think you were ready.” He looked at your perfect eyes carefully. “I want to show you something wonderful. Will you let me?”

-*-

“W-Wrecker, I can’t do this.” You stared at the vast emptiness of space waiting for you just outside the atmosphere of the planet. The Marauder was currently idling as Wrecker passed the controls to you.

“Yes, you can. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’ve helped me conquer my fears. I know you can conquer yours.” He reached over and placed his hand on top of yours while it squeezed the yoke.

You looked at that brown-eyed clone with fear coursing through your veins faster than you thought possible. “What if something happens? What if …”

Wrecker released your hand and pulled your face into his hands. “What if the stars fall from the sky and your teeth fall out? Nothing is known for sure besides three things.”

“What’s that?” You watched as that adorable smirk of his made an appearance.

He pulled one of his hands away and held up a finger as he named off his list. “One, this is one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Techs outfitted her with the best parts credits can buy. If anything happens we will escape. Two, if they somehow catch us then I will defend you and keep you safe until my dying breath.”

A shuddered breath left you as you listened to him. “Three?”

Wrecker leaned in and kissed you deeply and fiercely. “I’ll tell ya when we get to the nebula.”

“What?” He was going to keep that from you and use it as a bribe to get you there? Damn, he must have learned that from Tech. Swallowing the large lump in your throat, you looked back out of the window and towards the waiting darkness of space.

“Get us to the nebula and I’ll tell you the third thing, Sarad.” He stood from his chair and walked around behind yours.

Large hands reached down and found purchase on your shoulders giving you the courage you suddenly needed. You could do this, you were brave. How many times have you circled the planet within the atmosphere? How often had you dreamed about seeing the stars up close like this again? Going to different planets and seeing a nebula in person? You adjusted your grip on the yoke once more before taking a deep breath and pushing forward. The Marauder shot like blaster fire through the clouds and atmosphere before finally breaking through into the vastness of space.

A shaky breath left you as you stared at the endless star-filled void before you. You’d done it. You were in space for the first time in nearly a decade. Shaky hands released the yoke as you slowly stood and turned to face your lover. He was beaming with pride for you and before you could speak, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you. His kisses always made things so much better. Were you terrified? Stars, yes. But in his arms everything was ten times better. You were safe in space with the man you adored.

“I’m so proud of you, Sarad. So. Incredibly. Proud.” Each word was accompanied by a fierce kiss. He wasn’t sure of any other way to share how proud of you he was besides kissing you. You, his perfect wonderfully brave riduur. He savored the lingering taste of wine on your lips as he kissed you once more for far longer than he probably should have. The two of you released each other's lips and took in much-needed oxygen. “Come on, my beautiful girl. Let’s get you to that nebula.”

Oh, how your knees went weak whenever he called you his girl. He pulled away from you and with a smirk that you knew far too well, he started to undo his pants. “And what may I ask, are you doing?”

Wrecker winked at you and pulled down his pants revealing his rock-hard erection. He moved around you and took a seat in the pilot's chair before patting his bare thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. Let me take you to your nebula in style.”

Like you’d say no to an offer like that. Grinning, you reached beneath your skirt and pulled off your panties in one swift movement before passing them to Wrecker. The thick clone took the offered garment and placed it to his face where he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering at the scent on them. You wondered why he liked the smell of your panties so much but what usually came next drew your attention away from the question every single time. “Mmm, my favorite seat.” Walking over to his lap, you straddled him and smirked. “Sure you can focus on flying while screwing my brains out?” You asked while raising one of your hands to your mouth.

Wrecker watched as you licked one of your hands in a way that had him groaning. You’d done this before and it had made his head swim. The saliva-covered appendage was lowered to his aching cock and wrapped around firmly. “That’s …kriff. That’s what the autopilot is for, riduur.” You’d be in hyperspace for approximately three hours. More than enough time for him to fuck you in here and on one of the bunks. Your hand moved up and down a few times, lathering his cock before you pulled it away and impaled yourself on him. “Kriff, there’s that right little cunt I love so much.”

“Mmmph, here I thought you loved me for me. Not just my cunt.” You sat comfortably with him inside of you for a few moments, taking in his size and wondering if you’d ever tire of this full feeling. Probably not and if you did well it would be clear something was wrong with you.

Wrecker buried his face into the nape of your neck and sucked the skin gently. “Don’t worry, I love you for both.” Turning the chair to face the yoke, Wrecker gripped your hips and lifted you up and nearly off of him. Then he released you letting your body slam down onto him while he released the most sinful deep groan possible. Damn, he needed to focus on flying but you just felt too damn good. “Do me a favor and entertain yourself while I get us to jump?”

You panted needily before nodding. “Ok.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself almost off of him before sliding slowly back down his impressively thick length. It burned and stretched you in all the right ways and you moaned loudly making him chuckle.

He kept one hand on the yoke and the other on your ass guiding your body up and down.“Good girl.”

-*-

Thick fingers stroked your bare back while you lay against Wrecker's bare chest. Your body was tired after the long hours of sex and thus you had no energy to even get up and get dressed. His soft being cock was still buried inside of you from where you’d ended back up again. In his lap and the pilot's seat. After you’d made the jump to hyperspace he’d proceeded to impale you repeatedly on him before lifting you and carrying you towards the bunks in the back. There he’d screwed you into his bunk so perfectly your head had been spinning. You’d cum a second time around him after he’d pressed you against the ladder leading up to Omega's old room and screwed you hard enough to leave some marks on your back. As you came down from your orgasm he’d whispered how thankful he was that Tech kept the medkit properly stocked before leaving you to grab some bacta spray for your back. The third round had you starting in his bunk and finally ending in the pilot's seat once more. Your body was tired and hunger was growing in your stomach, but stars were you satisfied.

“Sarad, we’re about to drop out. Wanna get dressed?” He looked down at you and stroked your cheek gently. Maker, you were beautiful in his lap. How he ever got lucky enough to have you in his life was beyond him. If he could go back in time and tell a young cadet that he would have a woman as magnificent as you in his life one day. Well…he probably would have called himself crazy.

Stars, he was so damn warm! You nuzzled against the warmth he offered and shook your head. “Too comfy.” You could easily fall asleep like this. These strong arms holding you close while a hand stroked your skin giving you goosebumps. This was bliss. Wrecker chuckled deeply, making that broad chest of his vibrate.

He wasn’t going to argue with you about this in the slightest. “Okay, Close your eyes?” He raised his hand to your eyes and gently swiped down, closing your eyelids for you. “I want ya to see it in its entirety for the first time. Not while we pull up to it.”

You smiled softly and nodded while feeling him adjust his arms to steer the ship toward the nebula. It didn’t take too long for you to feel the ship stop, excitement now building within you. Finally, after months of hearing about the beauty of a nebula you were about to see it. Wrecker stood with you securely in his arms before you felt him lift you slightly allowing his softened dick to fall out of you. You shivered at the odd sensation before you heard him tell you to place your feet down. Doing as you were told, you felt his arms leave your body.

The large clone took a few steps away from you to give you a moment and then took a deep breath. “Ok. Open your eyes.”

Opening your eyes to the sight of the nebula was like waking up in a new universe. It was beautiful, no, it was breathtaking. The nebula appeared like a delicate celestial painting, swirling clouds of gas and dust dancing gracefully against the backdrop of space. Its colors, ranging from vibrant hues of red and blue to subtle shades of pink and purple, mesmerized you. In that moment, you felt a connection to the universe, as if you were witnessing the birthplace of stars and planets firsthand. It was a breathtaking experience that left you humbled by the sheer beauty and magnitude of the universe.

“Oh, Wrecker. It’s amazi-“You’d turned to look at your lover and found him staring at you in a way you’d never seen before. “What?” You ran a hand through your messy hair. “Does my hair look weird?”

Wrecker closed the space between the two of you and wrapped his arms around you once more. Never had you looked so beautiful to him. Not in the first time you’d been naked in front of him, not in the afterglow of your orgasm, not even when you told him you loved him. Don’t get him wrong, you were beautiful in each of those moments. But right now with your nude body being bathed in the blue glow of the nebula, you looked beautifully ethereal and all he wanted to do was hold you. “You look perfect, riduur.” Leaning down, he kissed you deeply.

“Thank you, Riduur. This is … well it’s breathtaking. I can’t describe it with any other words.” You now understood why he always said nebulas were beautiful. Though, you still couldn’t see how you were more beautiful than the sight outside the ship. Now, that was the most beautiful sight in existence.

Riduur coming from your lips always sent a chill down his spine. You were calling him your partner, your spouse in the language of the clones, his language. A language that you were trying to learn for him. How amazing could you get? “Sarad, you should know something.”

“Is it point number three?” You smiled at the serious look on his face making him smile back. “You told me you’d tell me when we got here.”

You were right. He had told you that hadn’t he? Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. “Point number three is that I am undeniably and insanely in love with you. I can’t see my life without you in it. You mean everything to me. You are brave and strong and more beautiful than that nebula outside. I adore you, Stitches and I need you by my side forever.”

Your bottom lip trembled as he confessed his undying love to you. Yes, he’d told you he loved you countless times before but this. Stars, this was so much more intense. “Oh, Wrecker. I love you so much too. I never want you to leave my side.”

Wrecker took a deep breath before speaking. “Mesh’la, I haven’t been honest with you about what Riduur stands for.”

“It means partner or spouse. I know already, my love.” You tapped your nails against his chest as he continued to hold you close. “Omega told me the same night we went to the waterfall the first time.”

But that was months ago, nearly a year now and you hadn’t said anything? “You’re not mad?”

Your head shook quickly “How could I be mad when I feel the same way?”

“You do?” Wrecker felt something inside of him well up. You were ok with being called his riduur. You saw yourself as his wife! He watched you bite your bottom swollen lip and nod quickly. “T-then … will you marry me?”

Tears burned your eyes as you nodded and cried in happiness. “ Of course! How could I say no?” He picked you up and spun the two of you in happy delight making you gasp and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I don’t have a ring. B-but I’ll get you one. Any style you want! We can head to Ord Mantel right now.” He wanted to jump into the pilot seat and fly straight to the planet right now. But he also didn’t want to let you go. No, he wanted to hold you forever and ever.

Your laugh filled the air as you wiped tears away from your eyes. “Wrecker, there’s no rush. We’ll get one when we get one.” Plus it would be less attention on you two right now when everyone was celebrating Chai and Tech.

“Are you sure? We can go right now and be there in less than six hours.” You had more than enough fuel to make it and you two could stay at the tea shop. You nodded to him, making him hum in thought. “Ok. But as soon as we get the chance. I’m getting you the most beautiful ring in existence.”

“You could get me a piece of twine and I’d wear it with pride.” He chuckled against your lips before he pressed his against yours in a passionate kiss. “I don’t need a ring for you to show how much you love me, Wrecker. I just need you by my side.”

“I can do that, riduur.” He whispered while lowering the two of you to the floor, his cock hard once more. “I can do that.”

-*-

“Look at that ring! It’s gorgeous!” Chai held your hand up for Doll to see.

The three of you were currently in your shop designing Chai’s wedding dress. They were planning the ceremony in such a short amount of time you worried slightly if it would be finished in time. Four months wasn’t long when it came to designing and sewing a dress. But with Magda and Sue by your side, you may just be able to finish it in time. You blushed as you held the ring up for both women to see. “It’s black opal. Wrecker had Tech help him pick it out because it reminded him of our nebula.”

“How romantic.” Doll sat with a bolt of silk fabric in her lap, her fingers gently stroking the cool material. “It looks like a little tiara on your finger.”

“You’d know all about tiaras wouldn’t you, Miss Pabu, three years running.” Doll was gorgeous and she knew it, as did everyone else. It wasn’t a surprise that she won the island pageant every year.

“Think I’ll be hanging my tiara up this year. Give some of the other girls a chance.” She sighed softly as she stared at your wring. The metal was black for your band and went into a diamond shape that made it look like the top of a tiara with the black opal in the center. Little stones cradled the metal drawing the eye towards the hypnotic trance of the stone. “I can’t believe he flew you to a nebula to ask you to marry him.” It was just all so romantic. You with your Prince Charming and Chai with her knight in shining armor. She wanted that to be her, but Crosshair was a stubborn ass who wouldn’t let her in.

“I can’t believe Tech hung from the side of the island with Chai to propose. Think that has mine and Wrecker beat by a long shot.” You watched the way Doll became lost in her thoughts. It seemed whatever situationship she and Crosshair were in was currently not doing great. She hadn’t told you much but from the way she was sighing and staring off into space, you could tell it wasn’t good. You’d ask her about it but she’d seemed adamant about Chai not knowing yet. The poor girl would be too excited for something that wasn’t even a full relationship yet. Shaking your head, you looked back to Chai who was standing in the mirror looking at herself. “With these gorgeous shoes from Ahsoka’s friend as a starting point to design the dress around, I don’t see us having any issues deciding on a style.” You motioned to the shoes sitting in their box still. “You’ll have to send her a thank you note. Couldn’t have been cheap to ship from Naboo.”

The tea shop owner nodded as she turned and eyed her body carefully. What style should she go for?“From what Ahsoka told me, her friend died a while ago but the person handling her assets was positive she’d want another bride to wear them for her wedding.” Chai stared at the gorgeous heels with flowers embossed on the gold material. “Apparently her wedding was at a lake. I asked if she wanted them returned but Ahsoka said to keep them.” It was far too kind for shoes that looked more expensive than she’d ever spend on shoes. But the lovely gift would be a treasured moment in their ceremony.

“Oh, how sad.” You made a mental note to make sure the expensive shoes were properly cared for. “Did the husband not want her things around?” The memory of when you’d tried to throw all your parent's stuff away after their death came back to you. The sight of your dad's jacket or your mom's scarf would hurt too much to see them around. You were glad that Phee had stopped you from discarding the items.

Chai turned and sat on the stool she’d been standing on. “Apparently he died around the same time. Super tragic. But from what Ahsoka told me, she’d never seen two people more in love.” That was all the mysterious Jedi would share about the owner of the shoes and her life. Chai hadn’t felt the need to push the topic.

“Oh, how heartbreakingly tragic!” Doll leaned back in the chair. “I hope they’re with one another now. Happy and still in love.”

You hoped that Doll wasn’t about to cry on that silk. It was from Naboo and worth a good chunk of credits. Your oldest friend was a hopeless romantic when it came down to it. With others, she acted as though she didn’t care but romance novels and movies were her guilty pleasure. “That’s all any of us really want. Isn't it?” You gave your friend a reassuring smile before tapping at your datapad. “What about something with puffed sleeves?”

Chai made a face at you making all of you laugh brightly. It had been a while since all three of you had been together like this. You’d missed it. “Ok, ok. How about…” you tapped at the screen a few times. “Something like this?”

“Oh, Stitches. It’s perfect.” Chai walked over and stared at the design on your screen. Yes, that was her dress.

-*-

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It seemed Doll and Crosshair had made up just in time for the wedding as he was currently leading her towards the side of the Archium. You nudged Wrecker and pointed towards the two. “Would you look at that? Looks like Crosshair is settling in.”

“That’s my brother! Always good with the ladies.” He placed a hand on your shoulder with a proud smirk. “She’s gonna be good for him, right?”

“Yeah. She’s sweet and has a wart of gold. Only thing I worry about is the romantic notions she has. She can fall kinda easily for someone.” The poor girl had just gotten over a crappy relationship right before Crosshair and the others had returned to the island.

“Cross is still recovering … but I think he’ll take care of her.” He stroked his chin in thought. “Don’t worry, if he hurts her, I’ll hurt him.” Though he doubted it would ever come to that.

“Sounds good.” A noise on the opposite side of you caught your attention making you look towards the source. You watched as Chai and Tech tried to make their secret exit from the party. Her dress had come out beautifully and was perfectly paired with the golden heels she’d been gifted. The pressed flowers between the layers of her dress had come out exactly as you’d hoped. It had been touch and go for a while but you’d somehow pulled it off. “I don’t think they’re being as secretive about leaving as they think they are. You chuckled softly to your fiancé next to you.

Wrecker watched as Chai made a gesture to her brother begging him for silence as they made their way out of the Archium courtyard. “Not even a little.” He looked down at you and smiled while brushing some of your hair over your shoulder. “So what’d ya think? Wanna have a big wedding like this?”

A laugh left you as you shook your head. “Not in the slightest. Far too many people and far too chaotic.” You placed a hand on his bicep and stroked it lovingly. “Just me, you, and Shep to officiate. Plus the rest of our little family. But that’s it. We don’t need the entire island there.”

“Sounds good to me. Means we don’t need a big party and I can have you all to myself.” He leaned down and kissed you gently. “We’ll still have cake, right?”

“Of course.” You winked at him before stepping over to Omega and shaking her awake gently. “Can’t deny this one her cake.” The child had eaten herself into a sugar coma and was currently nuzzled under the large tree in the courtyard. “Come on, ‘Mega. Time for bed.”

Omega yawned while stretching her arms over her head. “But I’m not tired.” The plate of half-eaten sweets and treats fell to the side as she adjusted. “What about the party?”

“You’ve been sleeping the last thirty minutes!” Wrecker joked while reaching down to pick up his sister. “Tech and Chai left already. Time for bed.”

“But I didn’t get to say goodbye,” Omega whined while climbing into Wrecker’s arms. Her body felt so tired and her head kind of hurt.

“We’ll see them in a few days.” Smiling, you picked up her plate and walked it over to a nearby trash while Wrecker followed you.

“Will they have babies next?” She kicked her feet lazily from Wrecker's shoulder.

You froze and looked at her. “Well … I don’t know. Maybe. That’s kind of a discussion for them to have.”

“Oh,” Omega thought silently to herself for a moment before speaking again. “Are you and Wrecker going to have babies?”

“I … we …” you stumbled over your words as you tried to find the right words. Quickly, you looked at your lover for help.

“That’s one of those adult conversations that Tech was telling ya about.” Wrecker adjusted the girl on his shoulder.

Omega chewed her lip in thought for a few minutes. From the way you were acting, it seemed like it had been an uncomfortable question. “Will you, please?” She was so tired that the question had just slipped from her lips.

The three of you had started walking towards the house when she made her request. “Omega?” You stopped and looked up at her. “Why do you want us to have babies so badly?"

Wrecker lowered the sleepy girl to the ground before taking his place next to you and kneeling. Omega shifted a few times before finally laying her heart out to you both. “When I found out that Emerie was a clone it was like something changed inside me. I had a sister. A blood sister. But then Hemlock killed her to punish me and it… hurt a lot.” She toed the cobblestone a few times. “I want family members my size, my age. I miss seeing the babies and kids around Kamino.”

“Having babies the natural way is … well it’s difficult, sweetie.” There was a lot to it and honestly, you weren’t sure the clones could even reproduce. Wrecker had told you that he’d been told that clones were unable to reproduce. But he’d also been told there were no female clones and right now you were both staring at the truth. “For now, let’s just enjoy being our own little family, like we have been, yeah?”

Omega nodded while wiping a few tears away. You reached over and took one of her hands while Wrecker took the other and continued your walk home. After a few minutes, she spoke once more. “What does fertile mean?”

Once again you froze midstep. What the hell was in that cake that she was asking these types of questions? You turned and looked at the blonde with a tinge of concern in your eyes. “W-why do you want to know that? Did someone say that to you?”

“Nala Se and one of the other Kaminoans were talking about the reproductive capabilities of the clones. Nala Se they were told something about being infertile but were actually very fertile. What does that mean?” Omega watched as some kind of look crossed your face. Shock? Confusion? Surprise? It was hard to tell.

Wrecker felt like his knees were going to give out. Fertile. If Tech said that infertile meant unable to reproduce then fertile was the opposite and she said that they were very fertile. Which meant that they could have kids. Kids, he could have kids. The two of you needed to talk ASAP. But what did he say? Was he supposed to tell her the truth? Raising kids was hard. “W-well you see. It means … “

“It means they’re great at farming. Why do you think Cut and his family are doing so great?” The ease at which that fell out of your mouth was slightly concerning. But you’d question that later. Right now, Wrecker was giving you a smirk that was making your heart skip. Kids, you two could have kids. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

-*-

“So … guess we should talk about tonight’s revelation. Huh?” You sat on the edge of your bed in your nightgown with your feet swaying.

Wrecker nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Guess so.” All he’d been thinking about since that moment an hour ago was you carrying his child. The idea of your stomach swollen and full because of him had unlocked something within him. Wrecker stepped over to you with just his pants on. Kneeling in front of you, he took your hands in his. “I know what I’m thinking and how I feel. What about you?”

You blinked a few times trying to keep yourself calm. “I … like the idea of us having a child someday. I’ve always liked that idea. I just … didn’t think that was a possibility for us.” Your eyes stung as you began to fight back tears. “B-but now we can. Now we have that chance.” A few tears ran down your cheek. You sincerely hoped he felt the same way. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ll look amazing carrying our child.” He whispered before leaning into you and kissing you deeply. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and kept you close while he felt the wetness of your tears run against his lips. “You’ll be beautiful and I’ll care for you, Omega, and our baby in every way possible.”

“You sure I won’t disgust you with my swollen ankles and morning sickness?” Sweetly, you ran your nose against his while leaning back into the bed.

Wrecker laughed brightly while crawling over you and caging you beneath his body. “I’ll find you the sexiest woman in the universe.” He bent down and kissed above your breast. “I’ll get you whatever weird cravings you want. I’ll sleep with the house like a frozen tundra or like the sands of Tatooine.” He kissed above the other one while moving towards your shoulder where the thin black strap of silk material held the dress up. “If you want the house to smell like fish then so be it. If you want us to stop eating Mantel mix because the smell makes you sick then we will. Whatever you desire, I will do it.”

His lips pressed against the crook of your neck while his sweet words danced in your ears making you sigh in need. “All I’ll need is you by my side, riduur.”

“I’ll be there for you. Always. Either inside or beside you, my nebula.” Rough lips pressed to your jaw before finally finding your lips once more. He raised his calloused fingers to your thigh and slowly pushed the material up, pleased to find you’d forgone panties. “You’re missing something, Sarad.”

His thick fingers pressed into your thigh pulling a small moan from your lips. “I thought we could practice some more.”

A deep dark chuckle left the clone as he pulled away from your lips and leaned back to stare at your needy body. Your legs were spread open with the dress pushed up around your waist and your heat glistened in the light for him. “Kriff, I’ll never get over how delicious you look, Mesh’la.” He moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you with him, making you squeak. “We’ll practice as much as you want. Not in any rush to share ya just yet.”

You prepared to comment back to him but instead found your words replaced by a long moan. Wrecker had flicked his tongue right over your sensitive bud and was quickly turning you into a puddle. “P-practice time?” He growled an ‘mhmm’ from between your legs sending a vibration through your body. Kriff, how were you supposed to be quiet when he moved his tongue like that?

“That’s right, be a good girl and be quiet. Don’t want ‘Mega hearing us.” He smirked up at you from his happy place between your legs, watching as you bit your lip in need. Sure, making you scream while forcing you to be quiet was mean but you were so damn pretty when you fought your voice. “Don’t want her to hear us farming in here.” Wrecker gave you a teasing smirk.

“Ugh, I panicked.” You laid your arm over your eyes and sighed as Wrecker's breath ghosted your core. “I will admit, you’re pretty kriffing amazing at f-farming.” His tongue swirled around your pearl and you were instantly a moaning mess.

The large clone chuckled before he gripped your thigh and squeezed it. “We’ve been farming a lot lately. Lots of practice.” He moved his free hand below his chin and ran a thick digit across your opening. Your cute whine beneath him made his hips roll against the edge of your bed. His cock was getting too hard in these pants, he needed to take them off. “Be a good girl and play with yourself while I get undressed.”

You watched him stand and slowly begin to unbutton his pants. Reaching between your legs, you slowly rubbed your clit. It wasn’t as good as his tongue, you’d found that nothing could be as good as his tongue. But it was doing enough to keep you stimulated and in need of him. “Wrecker” you gasped softly while rolling your hips against your hand, your speed picking up. “Need you. Now. Please.”

He growled while watching your fingers dance across your core. “Such a good girl.” Came as a whisper from him as he lowered his pants and stepped out of them. He watched as your fingers slid closer to your opening and quickly, his large hand reached out and grabbed yours while tutting at you. “That’s my job, sarad. Ya that needy that you forgot?”

A long whine left you as you took in the hard member between his legs. Screw his mouth and fingers! You wanted him . Sitting on the edge of the bed, you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock while using your other hand to beckon him closer. Wrecker happily moved closer to you and let out a long sigh as your hand started to pump him slowly.

“Eager, ain’t ya?” He rocked his hips into your hand, helping you pump him.

“Need you filling me up.” Knowing that you could have kids with him was making you so unbelievably needy for him to screw you.

Wrecker let you work on his cock while bending down to kiss you. “My sweet nebula, are you asking me to breed you?” A sentence he never thought he���d say.

Was that what this was? A desire to be bred and swollen with his seed? Stars, you never thought your life would get to this point but you had to admit you loved the idea. “Yes! Please, breed me Wrecker.” His hips stopped moving and instead, you were pushed back onto the bed.

You were so damn hot when you begged for him like this. Like hell was he going to say no. “Get on all fours, sarad. Gonna screw ya good and hard.”

You moved so fast that you would have thought your life depended on it. His strong hands wrapped around your waist and held you firm. The strong demanding feeling of his hands on your body was so mind-numbingly amazing feeling you could easily get lost in it. The tip of him was rubbed against your folds gathering the wetness from his mouth and your need to help ease him entering you. You shuddered at the feeling as he lined up with your entrance before carefully and slowly pressing into you. A long hiss left you as you felt the telltale pressure of him inside of you. He filled you perfectly in all the right ways. Your lover shifted before pulling away and thrusting into you once, twice, and three times. You were a howling mess instantly. “Yes, Wrecker!”

Wrecker watched you fall onto your elbows and bury your face into one of the pillows, no doubt trying to muffle your cries of pleasure. He hummed at the delicious sight of you bent over in front of him, his dick buried in your core. “Look so good like this.” He thrusted languidly a few more times before he watched your arm move beneath you. Suddenly you were clenching him and keening even more into the pillow. You were playing with yourself while he fucked you, perfect. “That’s right. Work yourself while I fuck ya.” He groaned as you squeezed him. He’d fucked you the night before and yet your cunt was as amazing as ever. Lasting long wouldn’t be in the cards for him that night. Not when he knew you wanted him to breed you. That delicious idea of his seed filling you was single-handedly driving him to his climax.

“Wrecker, fill me with your cum. Please. Fuck me and fill me.” His hands tightened around your waist as his speed increased. “Oooohhhh.” Between him hitting that spot inside you and your fingers working between your legs, you were becoming a blubbering mess. Suddenly, his hand was on one of your ankles and pulling it up. You turned to the side slightly and found him placing your ankle near his ear. The position allowed him to sink deeper into you and after four hard deep thrusts that was it for you. You came in a stifled cry as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Kriff, your cunt held him for dear life, practically begging for his seed. Who was he to hold back? He gripped your thigh tight and held you in place as he deepened his thrusts and his speed. The lewd sound of your sweaty bodies slapping filled the room as the bed began to squeak. He didn’t care, he was ready to fill you. “Say it again. Beg for it.”

“Please, Wrecker.” You sighed through your post-orgasm haze. “Fill me with your seed. Let me milk you.”

You said it in such a sensual and needy way it had him falling over his edge. Each thrust of his orgasm was deep and hard as he tried to plant himself as deep into your body as possible. The hot strings of his release coated your walls and filled you as much as possible, nearly overflowing from your body. “Fuck, so good at milking me.” He continued to thrust slowly to ensure all of him had been planted inside of you.

Once he came down from his high, he didn’t pull himself from you. Instead, he kept himself buried inside your warmth to ensure none leaked out of you just yet. Your ankle was lowered back to the bed and he fell behind you before placing kisses across your shoulder. “Think that’ll take?”

Reaching behind you, you stroked his cheek sweetly while humming. “That would be nice. But if it hasn’t taken thus far then we may need more practice.” You hadn’t lied to Omega when you’d stated it could take a couple years. Your parents had tried for three before you were born and were never able to conceive again.

“Hmmm, don’t mind the practice. Only practice I’ll look forward to.” He whispered into your ear, his fingers ghosting your arm. While he enjoyed screwing you, this post-sex cuddling was his favorite part. In this moment everything in life was perfect. You were perfect and glowed with a post-sex aura. All he wanted was to be near you when you were like this.

“Then we’ll keep practicing. You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

-*-

“Sarad? What are you doing out here?” Wrecker was surprised to find you outside. Chai and Tech's new baby, Ashla, was inside your home and you’d done nothing but talk about how excited you were to hold her.

You turned from the courtyard wall and looked at your love. “Thinking.” You leaned back against the wall to the distaste of your fiancé. No matter how much had changed and how brave he’d become when it came to his fear of heights, he still hated that you liked to lean against this wall. Some things never changed.

Wrecker walked over and leaned against the wall next to you. His hand took yours and held it up so the sunlight could glean off your engagement ring. “About what?”

Well, maybe some things didn’t fully change. When you first met you couldn’t even get him to come over here and lean against the wall. Now he was willingly doing so. “Our wedding. How many people were inviting.”

“Having second thoughts about the size?” He tugged at your hand and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around your waist as you pressed your back into his chest. “What a big wedding?”

“Nah, but I think we may have forgotten one or two people.” His arms squeezed slightly before he chuckled.

“Shouldn't be a problem then.” Wrecker leaned down and kissed your cheek sweetly. “That all that’s on your mind?”

You chewed your lip in thought before tilting to the side and looking up at him. “Why haven’t you held Ashla yet? She’s nearly five months old.”

Wrecker shifted awkwardly. “Afraid I’ll hurt her. She’s so tiny and my hands are so big.”

“You won’t hurt her. She’s delicate but not breakable. I know you’ll be careful with her.” You pulled one of his arms from your waist and held his big hand up for you both to look at. “You gotta get used to holding babies, my love.”

“Why’s that?” He placed his head against the top of yours and closed his eyes. To his surprise, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach. “Sarad?”

You bit your lip as his thumb stroked your stomach, how he hadn’t noticed the little bump growing there had amazed you. “Took almost a year. But … well … we’ll have two of our own soon.”

“What? Two? Babies?” Wrecker's mind was scrambling to put the pieces together and to fully understand what you’d said. ‘Two of our own’ your own … “we’re having twins?” You nodded in front of him and he let out a victorious yell. The sound shook the ground around you.

“When you farm, you do it perfectly.” Blushing at his excitement you stepped away and turned to face him. You pulled the bottom of your shirt up a little and turned to the side for him to see. “I’m three months along.”

It took him a moment to notice but sure enough, there was a little bump. Three months, that only gave him six to learn all he could about babies. What did they eat? He’d seen Chai feed Ashla earlier with a bottle. Was that all they ate? Bottle stuff? What about caring for them? How did he stop them from crying all the time? And their diapers! How did he change one of those? They smelled so bad too, would he just get used to them?

“Wrecker?” You could see him getting lost in his thoughts. “Are you okay?” Lowering your shirt, you moved back over to him. “Hey, my love?” You grabbed his hand and placed it back against your stomach. “Talk to us.”

Wrecker blinked a few times before feeling the warmth of your body. “Us …. Us” that’s right. It was no longer just you two. You’d be a family of four in a few months. “I have … a lot to learn.”

You chuckled brightly while nodding. “Yes, you do.” Taking a step towards the house, you pulled him with you. “Starting with holding a baby.”

-*-

Calm, that’s how you’d describe Pabu. The weather was always perfect, save for a rare storm every few months, and the waves always crashed against the rocks of the island in a calming rhythm. Standing in your living area, you watched your little family celebrate the news of your pregnancy. Your best friends Chai and Doll sat with their respective partners, Tech and Crosshair, while the love of your life nervously took Ashla from Omega. Echo spoke hastily with Dove about something closer to the kitchen and Hunter watched the entire group with a protective gaze.

Outside you could hear the foghorns of the fishing boats out at sea, working their lives away to provide for their families and those of the island. You were born here, raised on the sea life brought in daily by the fishermen. While others had escaped whatever horrors they experienced out there in the galaxy by coming here, you’d learned to walk on these cobblestones. Scraped your knees in the plaza at the top of the island and learned to swim in the bay on the back of the island. One day so would yours and Wrecker’s children.

This was your home, where your little family went through disasters with one another and came out stronger on the other end. Where laughter and tears were shed and new loves were formed.

This was Pabu.

This was home.

The End

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[butterfly-casket]

Sometimes breaking down and crying to your primary care physician....works

I was desperate for answers at the end of 2023. I mean, it's been 3 years and I still don't have answers. I had lost all hope, as I was gaining new symptoms, and still no one had any idea what could be wrong. Until I read about MS, and it fit nearly all of my symptoms. I scheduled the first appointment I could to discuss it with my primary. After scheduling it, I realized I had only scheduled a 20 min appointment, and spent 4 hours getting all of my symptoms typed out with dates of when they started, how long they lasted, when they got worse. I typed out a script to communicate to my doctor all of the most important/relevant information in the most condensed form possible. I was ready to be in and out, spend 5 minutes getting him the information, and the next 15 discussing with him the plan of action.

Instead, my doc was pissed that I was even there. I had only seen his NP up until this point and he was so upset that I, a person with so many issues, had come in to see him personally the Friday before his Christmas break. He made sure to spend the first 5 minutes of the appointment interrupting me to express his frustration, and I started to feel like he wasn't going to help me at all.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself as I started shaking out of fear, and then the anger-override kicked in. I whipped out my symptom list, and his demeanor immediately changed. I told him as calmly as I could in the moment "THAT is my symptom list. Are you just not going to help me?"

He started saying "Well its just that you're going to try and make this appointment take 3 hours—" I cut him off to say "No, I wanted to make this appointment 20 minutes but you just spent the first 5 putting your problems on me." *cues the flood gates* "I've had doctors, nurse practitioners, specialists all innaccurately record my symptoms, if they ever even recorded them at all. I have to walk with a cane, I haven't been able to work for a year and a half, I have NO income, I am just trying to survive and I've been dismissed and not believed over and over again, to the point that it's effected my medical records. It makes EVERYONE think I'm fucking INSANE. I just want some help. I just need some fucking help. I just need some fucking answers. Please."

He started getting in my chart and got to business. He immediately ordered about 8 retests and 6 new ones. He got me a referral to Neurology, ordered X-rays, a swallow test, and MRIs to check for MS.

I went to the Rheumatology appointment I already had scheduled a few weeks later. I felt like the doctor was actually listening to me for the first time in forever. He made a point to record every one of my symptoms as I listed them. He seemed to care. I just came back from my swallow test today. The person performing the test acted like he read through my whole chart and was asking me a lot of questions about my other issues. He asked me if I had the MRIs yet before the test, and when going over the results he said "If it does turn out to be MS, come back to us. We will help you, figure out what works for you."

I've been terrified of being too direct with my doctors, I wouldn't even tell them the diagnosises that I thought it COULD be out of fear of them going "You've just been looking up things on the internet, I'm giving you a munchausens diagnosis." But I was desperate. It was a real cry for help. And thank fuck he saw that. Even if I still don't find answers, I've brought to their attention the mistreatment and carelessness I've been dealing with and they have decided to change that. Hopefully I will be treated like a normal human being and get my symptoms recorded correctly.

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[open--till--midnight]

You mentiomed witcher oc and this idea came to my head so now im asking it for a request:)

Geralt x fem!witcher!Reader

Reader very new witcher and gets cold one night and decides to go to geralt's room and asks if they can share beds? maybe she was in the snow the whole day so she didnt get time to warm up, so the night cold makes her unable to sleep

If possible can this be nsfw? (Dom!geralt sub!reader?)

Body Heat

geralt x fem!witcher!reader

warnings | smut 18+, minors DNI

wc | 2k

a/n | i love this! i'm obsessed with the 'i'm cold and I need to be near you' trope

***

Most people didn’t believe in female witchers, you didn’t even think it was possible until you became one. The trials had been excruciating and truth was, nobody knew if you would even survive. Vesemir had worked out a new formula, one that your body could handle. For a time, you thought you were dying, but in the end, you had survived. 

You were new to this, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had no clue what you were doing. For your first year on the path, Geralt would be right there beside you. It was a strange time for you. Everything had changed. Your body was brand new, and it was like you had to relearn everything. Your favorite change also happened to be the one that bothered you the most. Enhanced senses. You could now hear things so clearly, but that also meant that Geralt’s snoring was borderline unbearable. Your new sense of smell made all your favorite foods and flowers smell ten times as nice, but that also meant that foul smells were worse as well. There was a caveat to everything, but you figured you’d manage. 

You and Geralt left Kaer Morhen early that spring. The snow had melted, yet the temperature had not yet risen. By this point, you had been walking all day to reach the next town by sunset. You had not been making good progress. 

The light rain had softened the dirt beneath your feet, making walking almost impossible. Even your horses were having trouble. 

“The sun is going to set soon. We should set up camp.” 

“We’re not going to try and make it?” 

“It’s not worth it. Let’s get some rest.” Geralt seemed to be in some sort of mood. You couldn’t really blame him. The bitter spring air and the light breeze were now freezing the rain, and it was painful against your cheeks and ungloved hands. Every year you said you’d buy a pair, and every year you had forgotten.

Geralt had trouble getting the fire to light and stay burning. And by the time you were eating what little food you had, the first snowflakes fell. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You dusted a chunk of snow off of your bread, sneering at it when it stuck to the ground instead of melting.

Geralt just sighed, pulling his hood further over his head. You copied his actions after you shoved the rest of your food into your mouth, then pulled your limbs in as tight as you could while laying down on the sleeping mat.

Sleep did not come easily that night. You were too busy brushing snow off of your face and mat. Though with your new hearing, you could tell that Geralt had fallen asleep. His heartbeat gave it away first, but then you caught a glimpse of his face through the unlit wet logs of the fire and he looked blissful. At least one of you was.

By the morning, the snow came halfway up to your knee. You groaned as you unburied yourself, standing up to help Geralt pack everything onto your horses. Not that you’d be able to ride them in these conditions. Hopefully, you would reach the village soon. 

An hour in and you were soaked. The snow had picked up again, and it showed no signs of slowing. When you looked at Geralt, you couldn’t read his face, as usual. You wondered if he was as uncomfortable as you. Were witchers even supposed to get cold? You didn’t know, and to be honest, you were too embarrassed to ask.

Your feet were starting to go numb, and it was impairing your ability to walk. But you tried your best to not let Geralt see. Before you tucked your hands into your pockets, you could see how little your fingers could actually move. It was like your hand had frozen. You knew that was a foolish thought, and you pushed it out of your head, clenching your fists in your pockets instead.

When the sun reached its peak in the sky, you saw the village. The guards at the gate gave you no trouble when entering, which you knew was all too rare. After securing two rooms at the inn, you knew you would be looking for contracts. Geralt had told you that at least for now you would be going on contracts together. For learning and for safety. You didn’t exactly have the same amount of training that the witcher boys had.

After picking up a contract and consulting the local alderman, you retired to the inn. You shared a much needed warm meal with Geralt. Under the table, your feet burned. The heat of the nearby hearth was too hot for your frozen toes. It worried you, despite that, you said nothing. When the night ended and you reached your rooms, you exchanged goodnights and went your separate ways.

The room was poorly lit, with only a few candles littered about the room, not even a lantern in sight. You threw your bag at the foot of the bed and went to crouch in front of the fireplace.

Of course you had been trained with witchers signs, but you were still learning. You arranged your fingers into the sign and focused all your energy into it. But all you got was a spark. It took you three more tries to get a small flame. One which you barely managed to turn into a suitable fire. Once satisfied, you quickly changed into one of Geralt’s old shirts and tucked yourself under the covers. 

The sounds of patrons singing and yelling were too loud in your ears and the pillow did little to drown them out. And your hands and feet still stung with cold. You felt like you could cry. But you didn’t. You pulled on a pair of trousers and made your way to Geralt’s room.

He was at the door the second after your first knock. His hair was sticking up in the back and his eyes were somewhat squinted. You felt bad about the intrusion, but your desperate need for warmth trumped your feelings of guilt. 

“Geralt, I’m freezing. Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yeah, sure.” Well, he didn’t sound so sure. You wrote it off as due to his sleepy state.

When the bed dipped beside you, you sat up so your back was against the headboard. He did the same.

“You know, I don’t think that witchers are supposed to get that cold.”

“Yeah? Well, I guess the mutagens didn’t get the memo, Geralt.” 

“I guess not. Come here.” 

The witcher opened his arms for you, letting you squeeze yourself into his side, savoring his warmth. For a moment, you thought you smelled something strange in the air. You brushed it off, wrapping your legs around his in an attempt to get even closer to his warmth. 

In an act of intimacy, unknown between you and Geralt, he kissed the top of your head, holding it close to his chest. When his grip loosened, you pulled back to look at him. And in his eyes, you found the warmth you so desperately needed. In a reckless act, you leaned forward. 

Geralt quickly got the hint and closed the distance between the two of you. His lips were rough, but pleasantly so. They contrasted with yours just unlike the way your calloused hands brushed over his scar puckered skin.

Immediately after you pulled apart, you pinpointed the smell you had noticed. It was the smell of sex. Was your sense of smell that strong? Was it from a couple in another room? Was that what you were smelling? 

You grinned at him, with an air of anxiety crossing your features. Geralt got the hint and lifted you over him and onto his lap. You immediately felt the bulge in his trousers poking into your heated core.

“Is that what I’m smelling?”

A knowing nod from the witcher, “I can smell you, too.”

“Gods that’s hot.”

Geralt once again captured your lips in a passionate kiss. And in your mind, you had no idea why this was happening. You hadn’t even given Geralt a second look before, but all of a sudden you were overcome with powerful feelings for him.

He had a powerful grip on your ass as he ground you down into him. He swallowed the meek whimper you let out at the action, continuing an arousing rhythm while licking into your mouth.

“Gods, I want you, Geralt.”

“Be patient, love. Just wait.”

Rough hands worked their way under your shirt, feeling every inch of you before giving your breasts a gentle squeeze. When he went to lift up your shirt, you immediately shut down. Your face heated, too.

“Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just- it’s been a while and I-”

“I understand. Let me know when I can.”

His hands continued roaming your body as his lips kissed your neck and your collarbones through your shirt. He was tender when he kissed over the peaks of your breasts, and at that you tapped his shoulder, giving him the go-ahead. 

The expression of pure admiration never left his face when he lifted the shirt off of your body. His hands stilled on your hips as he kissed his way from your sternum to your lips. Your hands moved from his shoulders, frantically trying to get his shirt off of him. He obliged and then lay you down in front of him. He pulled your trousers off, leaving only a thin layer of fabric between him and you. Reaching out, you tugged on his waistband. When he stood, he relieved himself of both layers, revealing his impressive length. You quickly removed your final layer and lay out on the bed for him.

He laughed at your expression while positioning you on the bed below him. He left a sloppy trail of kisses down your stomach until he reached your cunt. His fingers were skillful when they breached you, and after a few seconds, he started to thrust them in and out of you. You reached down to get a firm grip in his hair; he took the hint and his tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking. When your hips bucked, Geralt threw an arm over your hips, holding you down while he made quick work of you.

You came embarrassingly fast. Using your hands to shield your face after letting out a final moan while coming down from your high.

“Uh uh, pretty girl. Let me see your face.”

You wondered if he could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. No, no, you were overthinking again. The witcher kissed wherever he could, giving you the proper time to pull yourself back together.

He laughed when you pulled on his hair once more. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“I just need you, please.”

You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your stomach, pre-cum creating a sticky trail. Geralt, once again, inserted his fingers into you. 

“Your cock, Geralt, please.”

“Patience, love.”

He worked you for a while, thumbing your clit with an intense pressure. When he felt you’d had enough, he replaced his fingers swiftly with his cock. Almost immediately, Geralt created an excruciating pace. Hard and fast, hitting your sweet spot every single time. When your hand went down to play with your clit, he swatted your hand away, circling it himself while adding increasing and decreasing pressure. You were all fucked out and blissful. 

The sweet sounds coming from the large man went straight to your core. In turn, you responded with sighs and moans while pressing your lips against his neck. When your noises came faster and louder, Geralt put more pressure into his circles around your clit. You swore you could see stars obstructing your view of the witcher’s face.

With one final thrust, your orgasm ripped through you. Your nails found a place on Geralt’s back, definitely leaving marks in their wake. His deep groan let you know that he didn’t mind it. His thrusts became sloppy, he began pounding frantically, chasing his high.

You were positive that if nobody in the inn had heard you yet, they had now. Geralt spilled into you with a loud groan and collapsed onto your chest, pressing sloppy kisses where he could.

“Geralt?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not cold anymore.”

The witcher laughed, pulling you into his chest, “That’s good to hear.”

#the witcher fanfic #the witcher fic #geralt fic #geralt x reader #geralt smut #geralt of rivia x reader #lilywrites📝

[hinatastinygiant]

6 | Mort

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

UZUI'S P.O.V.

"So," Rengoku hums as we step into my home, "that was the infamous Y/N. She's an interesting character."

"More like an irritating character," I scoff, walking over to the kitchen and pouring a cup of tea.

"How come you refuse to train her? She has a noble cause, isn't that flashy enough for you? She's even willing to work hard. Isn't that what the demon slayers are supposed to be doing?"

"No," I tell him. "It's not that simple. She's too weak."

"You can't tell me you know how determined she is. It's obvious that she's not going to give up," he says, getting closer to me. "You should at least give her a chance. I mean, it's not like there's anything else you can do. She's not going to give up."

"Why don't you just mind your own business, Rengoku?" I groan, meeting his eyes with a frustrated look in mine.

"Why don't you?" he shrugs. "I mean, you didn't have to take her in."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"And why are you so against her training anyway?" he continues. "Surely, she'd be able to handle it. I can tell you have some sort of interest in her."

I freeze and my eyes go wide. This idiot can't possibly know what he's talking about. I can feel my blood boil as he continues speaking.

"She's a very beautiful woman," he adds, and my eye begins to twitch. "She could be a great addition to the Demon Slayers Corps."

"She will never be part of the corps," I spit at him, and he chuckles.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I can't let her die!" I finally admit, raising my voice a bit too loudly.

"So what? That's the risk everyone takes when they join."

"It's different, Rengoku. She's not going to survive."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," I huff.

"Well, I mean, if that's your decision then fine," Rengoku finally begins to back off. "But just know that training is a good way to make sure she doesn't die."

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The next morning I wake up, put on my new uniform, and grab the wooden sword that Rengoku gave me. I make sure to take the time to hide it well in my clothes so that Uzui won't notice.

However, just as I walk downstairs, I see the three wives all bundled up in heavy winter clothes.

"Uh, what're you guys doing?" you ask them on your way for a cup of water from the kitchen. "You know it's only autumn still, right?"

"Yeah, but it's freezing," Suma answers, her teeth chattering.

"And snowing," Makio adds.

"Really? Wow, it's almost as if I couldn't see the snow coming out the window," you remark, and she sticks her tongue out at you.

"Are you leaving now, Y/N?" Hinatsuru questions.

"Yes. Do any of you want to train with me today?" you ask hopefully. Usually one of them will agree as long as you do something light. They know better than to get on Uzui's bad side, unlike you.

However, today they all look at each other with an odd look in their eyes. You're not sure what's going on, but you definitely don't have a great feeling about it.

"No, sorry," each one of them says, making you begin to get suspicious.

"Really Suma? Not even if I bring back those strawberries you love so much?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's too cold for us," she answers, causing the other girls to nod in agreement.

"But you always wear those short dresses," you argue. "I'd love to know how those are any better than pants and a jacket."

The girls don't respond. Rather, they look at you as though you're the crazy one.

"What are you girls talking about?" a voice suddenly asks from behind you. You turn around and see Uzui entering the room, holding a bag full of supplies. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You reach down to the wooden sword hidden beneath your clothes, making sure nothing is poking out. "Oh, I'm just going to, um, pick some flowers," you lie, looking away.

"Flowers?" Uzui repeats, arching an eyebrow. "At this time of year? I don't think so."

You gulp as he grabs onto your arm and pulls you right out the front door. "Today, you've got better things to do. Today, I am going to train you."

Your jaw drops and a smile spreads across your face. "Really?"

"Yes. It's no fun having a weakling living under my roof," he scoffs.

Behind him, you can see Suma giving you a thumbs up. But, before you can say anything else to Uzui, he tosses you two swords with an interesting jagged design.

"These are called Nichirin swords," he tells you, watching as you examine them. "They're only used by demon slayers. But don't think this means that you're actually a member, because you're not."

"They're so cool," you mumble in a barely audible voice.

"Now listen up! Lesson one. An introduction to the rhythm of the breath!" he begins, before starting to explain the importance of connecting with the natural rhythm of your environment.

After he's done speaking, he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. And, like an idiot, you do the same.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" he suddenly shouts, making you open your eyes and look at him with a stunned expression on your face.

"You took a deep breath, too!"

"You took a breath like a complete child!" he barks. "Don't you know how to breathe at all?"

"How is breathing supposed to be any different than that?!"

"I just showed you," he grumbles, before demonstrating the correct way to inhale and exhale. "Try breathing in sync with the sounds of snow falling."

You're beyond confused. How is any of this going to help you kill a demon?

The Emptiness You Left

#uzui x reader #uzui x y/n #uzui x you #tengen uzui x you #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui x y/n #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #x reader #x fem!reader #fanfic #the emptiness you left

[weissaddams]

are you ready for it?

Chapter 2 - lavender haze

When they moved into their new campus home, Wednesday was sure they brought more than enough stuff from the manor.

Apparently not.

The only things the raven made sure to bring from the manor were her cello, typewriter and her favorite books. Those and whatever trinkets her family and Enid had given her over the years. Unfortunately, her mother had convinced her to only bring half of her dagger collection.

It never occurred to her that they would need anything else. Cookware? Appliances? Groceries? Those and a lot more would be needed, according to Lurch. She supposes it would do them good to learn to prepare more than just iced coffee. Who knew she would miss the occasionally edible food at Nevermore?  

The house was mostly bare when they’d arrived. Her mother had failed to inform her of the decision not to furnish the house after it was cleaned. Morticia wanted to given Enid and Wednesday complete freedom to design the interior on their own, after all.

So, really, all they could do was huddle around the fireplace for the first three nights. Of course, anything was better than spending a night at the same hotel the rest of the Addams stayed at. Specially if they were roomed next to Gomez and Morticia. Even Enid has heard enough to last her a lifetime.

They’d roamed around campus for the first day of the move because Gomez and Morticia wanted to see what it would be like. On the second day, Morticia brought them shopping for whatever else it was their house needed. Everything arrived on the third day and Lurch very helpfully moved everything to whichever spot pleased Wednesday and Enid. 

Their rooms were unsurprisingly polar opposites. Elevated versions of their dorm room in Ophelia hall, sans the wall that now separated them. Morticia had made sure their rooms were painted in their signature colors after the house was cleaned, after all.

Gomez and Lurch were busy making sure all the plumbing, electric and security measures were functioning well.

Morticia set to work on putting away the kitchen appliances and stocking the pantry with Pugsley’s help.

Enid and Thing were helping Wednesday put up her books in the library. Wednesday had her own classification system for her books so she would stand on the wheeled ladder that Enid made sure to hold steady as Thing handed her the books to give up to Wednesday.

Most of everything was set up for the third night but no one was up for cooking so they went out for one last dinner before Lurch drove the rest of the Addams home. 

Gomez shed some tears as they said goodbye. He could not believe his little storm cloud and (hopefully) soon-to-be daughter-in-law were now taking up tertiary level education. He vividly remembers the first time Wednesday brought Enid to the manor. It felt like it only happened yesterday! How time flies!   

Wednesday and Enid watched the hearse drive away. They would be alone for the next eleven days. Alone with each other, of course.

They ended up talking on the new couch about whatever else they needed to buy for the house. Wednesday needed a rack for her daggers, Enid wanted some new succulents in the bathroom and whatever else they thought of.

Thing would not be joining them like he did at Nevermore. Fester and Morticia needed him on occasion but he would stay with them every couple of weeks. He would not survive without Enid's manicures and their girls' night. 

Wednesday and Enid didn’t have much to do for the next two weeks, really, except get settled into the house. They had trouble sleeping in separate rooms for the first few nights but neither of them were brave enough to ask each other about it.

They ended up having brunches at cafes during those first few days of waking up late. Driving to the cafes ended up being good practice for Wednesday to drive around using Eddie.

“Enid, must we really call him Eddie?”

“Oh, but we must!”

It was nice to have a couple of days to themselves without either of their families distracting or pestering them. Enid went for jogs whenever Wednesday was writing and they’d cook and have dinner together after. Sans the few occasions wherein dinner turned into charcoal. Educational moments, Wednesday would call them. Enid stuck to calling them charcoal.

They played together in the living room when they were up for it. Wednesday on her cello and Enid on the upright piano. 

Wednesday would wake up earlier to put out the trash and start the coffee. Enid would be preparing in her room before walking down to help with breakfast. They did most of everything together.

Cooking. Dishes. Laundry. Groceries.

Wednesday opted to throw out the trash herself, though, knowing how sensitive the werewolf’s olfactory senses were.

They knew their routine would be tossed up into the wind once classes started but they’d spend time together while they could. Eating out was always an option, but the domesticity of preparing a meal together kept them both home. 

Because nothing was official between the two of them but nothing was unofficial, either. 

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are you ready for it? master post

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i’m really not sure lavender haze should be the title for this but let me know what you think!

also, what tags should this be? i’ve just been winging it with the tags tbh

#wenclair #wednesday #addams #enid #sinclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #morticia #gomez #lurch #thing #pugsley #addams family #wenclair college au #wenclair domestic fluff #wenclair fluff #wenclair fanfic #wenclair fanfiction

[dear-ao3]

A different anon but as someone deeply fascinated by Esteban Ocon and the redbull musical chairs here are some extra notes:

Estie bestie is currently at Alpine formerly Renault since 2020. And back in 2018 (ie when he was in Racing Point) there were rumors linking him to the Renault seat Daniel would take in 2019 so that’s possibly why his and Lances friendship survived

Unrelated but Alpine/Renault is currently the Frenchest team to ever French. It is (or at least was) partly owned by the French government through their stake in Renault (Alpine got renamed cause Alpine is the sports car brand of Renault. Not that they make any sports cars I believe they made maybe one in 2017). The current two Alpine drivers are the aforementioned Estie bestie and Pierre Gasly (both French. Also childhood friends to enemies to they have to tolerate each other now) and while their current reserve driver is an Australian, he will hopefully for his own good take a page out of his countryman’s Oscar Piastris book and hightail it out of there for his own good. The most likely replacement for him would be Victor Martins. Also French. The Alpine factories are in Enstone (UK) and Viry (France) so that’s the least French part of that team

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of rbr 2nd seat:

So rbr started by buying the Jaguar team in mid 2000s after afaik getting fed up by Sauber who they used to sponsor. Also at that time Sauber was sponsored by Petronas, Mercedes’ current title sponsor. Fun fact

The two drivers that they started with was David Coulthard who no one cares about in this story and Mark Webber, Australian, first victim of rbr 2nd seat shenanigans

At some point (for the 2009 season I think?) Seb Vettel, German, certifiable little shit at that time, replaces Coulthard

Insert a highlight reel of Seb Vettels warcrimes between ~2010 - 2013, which culminate in Multi-21 Mark Webber retiring after the 2013 season. He gets replaced by Toro Rosso driver/Red Bull junior Daniel Ricciardo, Australian, happy go lucky guy and our next victim in a couple of years

2014 brings new regs for the cars and Red Bull struggles to adapt. For context Seb went from a 9 win streak at the end of 2013 to no podiums in 2014. Yeah. So he runs away to Ferrari for 2015 to become a victim of Italian incompetence instead

He gets replaced by Daniil Kvyat, Russian, the most forgettable man in this story. Also he is pretty new into F1, it’s his second or third year there

2015 is sorta meh for rbr but the two Daniels are sorta even. And then 2016 happens

Here’s the thing; Daniil decides to play bumper cars in Russia and China right off the bat at the beginning of the season, one of the victims being former rbr golden child Seb. Now there’s more lore that I don’t remember but it culminates in him being replaced for Spain 2016 by Max Verstappen, Dutch, aged like 18 at that time

Max goes on to win his first race with Red Bull because Mercedes (the best team on the grid) is in the throes of a civil war and their drivers take each other out. There could be novels written about those two drivers btw

The next two and half years are a slow process of the garage slowly going from preferring Danny Ric to preferring Max. Highlights include Baku 2018 and then Dans redemption win in Monaco the same year. There could be novels about this as well but we culminate in Dan leaving for Renault

And then we get to the real musical chairs. He gets replaced by Pierre Gasly, French, third victim of rbr 2nd seat

He has a shite start to the season and ends up getting replaced by Alex Albon, Thai, a rookie that year, midway through the season after Christian Horner, Mr Ginger spice, swore up and down he won’t

Intermission: Toro Rosso liked playing musical chairs as well and Pierre Gasly only got an F1 seat at the last few races for 2017, Alex got told he’s racing in 2019 (his first season) days before preseason testing. With no experience in an F1 car. And there’s a world of difference between a shit car (Toro Rosso) and a good car (Red Bull). Yeah they were ultimately victims of rbrs shitty management, especially Alex since he does wonders in a Williams now

Rbr decides to drop Alex after 2020. Except they usually promote Toro Rosso drivers and the two Toro Rosso drivers right now? Pierre Gasly and Daniil Kvyat. Yeah

So they end up hiring Sergio ‘Checo’ Pérez, Mexican, who knows if he will be racing next year. Idk if he got an extension or if they hired him for four years, either way his contract is supposed to last until end of 2024 season but right now how Mr Ginger spice is acting… yeah

Also, Daniel just came back to rbr as a driver for Alpha Tauri (former Toro Rosso) after a mid season swap that was widely regarded as shittily done so there are very little contract issues that would stop Red Bull from hiring him, a marketing departments golden boy, a good friend of Max, as the second driver to maybe finally have a good team

(Red Bull has never ended 1-2 in drivers standings. Checo is currently second but Sir Lewis Hamilton can do wonders sometimes)

So to reiterate the seat movements:

It’s Webber -> Ricciardo -> Gasly -> Albon -> Perez in that metaphorical seat which when rb had a clear first and second drivers it was usually second drivers seat

And (Coulthard ->) Vettel -> Kvyat -> Verstappen for that other seat. The one that if rb had a clear first and second drivers was usually first (Vettel, Verstappen after ~2018)

Bonus fun fact about Liam Lawson, one of the threats for Checos seat:

He is born in 2002. He’s younger than Fernando Alonso’s career by several months, upwards to a year

He is the guy that knocked Verstappen out of quali in Q2 in Singapore and consequently broke the several year long streak of at least one car always in Q3 that Red Bull has been holding

There is always a debate if he has a guaranteed seat from rbr or not at some point. There were rumors of a guaranteed for 2025 a while ago but who knows…

Sorry for rambling so much I have thoughts haha

forgot i’ve been sitting on this ask for a month lol but yes. red bull second seat drama is indeed fascinating. and now there is aparently another rumor that arthur leclerc might come up to f1 through racing bulls (alpha tauri) which would disrupt the process again.

#i love watching the red bull team in shock horror #i don’t always like them but they provide good entertainment #not a tag #from saph #f1

[ripaxel-mkulia-double-date]

Hi to all my fans

You see this guy? Do you know him?

You might not as he only appeared in one episode physically (169 episodes including Ridonculous Race, 143 excluding Ridonculous Race, and that's not even including DRAMARAMA, the point is he's not even appeared in 1% of all total drama episodes ever made since the show aired in 2007) but this guy is called Beardo

I don't see many posts about Beardo which makes sense as he appeared in less than 1% of all total drama franchise episodes however I'd like to get some Beardo love going!

He has a really cool design

He's great at making sound effect noises

He doesn't speak until his elimination because he's shy

Fun fact he's appeared the least out of anyone in total drama ever with just one episode

He first appeared on our English TV screens on July 7th 2014. That means he'll be ten total drama years old this July!

He is based off Reggie Watts in appearance

His name is actually pronounced "bee air dough" but most characters call him "beard-o"

I really encourage you all to like if you like Beardo, and maybe reblog or reply some Beardo love so we can spread some positivity around this underrated character

Where were you when you first saw Beardo?

Do you want Beardo to come back?

Should he have been first boot?

What if Beardo survived the first elimination and opened up to people?

What if Beardo was brought back for the pahkitew island finale?

These are just some great questions to think about

Did you know? This post took me three minutes to make. Three minutes and I can't stop thinking about Beardo! By just taking 3 minutes of your day to think about an underrated character in the total drama show, you can start to develop a new appreciation for a character and hopefully spread the awareness of said character (in this case Beardo)

I bet Beardo really likes to bake and his favourite thing to make is a loafcake 😊 what headcanons do you have for this camper?

Well, that's all from me. Until next time,

Glen

#total drama #td beardo #character positivity

[icansoiwill]

Heart Of Stone Chapter one: Meeting

~Summary: When you met Joel for the first time you didn’t ever think it would become the journey it has. He’s changed you and you have changed him. Was it for the better? Maybe. Was he hinging something from you? Possible. But through all of this you know that you were meant to know him.

~Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

~Words: 1.1k

~Warnings: I can’t think of any...

~Summary: When you met Joel for the first time you didn’t ever think it would become the journey it has. He’s changed you and you have changed him. Was it for the better? Maybe. Was he hinging something from you? Possible. But through all of this you know that you were meant to know him.

~A/N: I don’t know how updated this series will be or how long it will be but, I’m already working on the second chapter!

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The Boston QZ was the kind of place that made almost anyone feel the human misery of a run down squalor in the post outbreak world. It was a place to sleep, shower, and maybe have a bite or two. Those necessities were about it. I hadn’t been here for long, maybe 2 months. I already met a few decent people, but no one to stick close to or trust. Being here was something that wasn’t ever going to be a permanent situation. I just needed a bed to sleep on and enough food to feel like me again before moving onto the next. The showers were probably the most amazing part of the QZ. With showers being far and few between on the outside, one could muster up a real nasty body oder.

Residing in the QZ meant beginning each day “contributing to society”, or what was left of it. I began to get into a routine, which I had yet to determine if it was good or bad. Each day started with a quick stop at the food pantry to get a slice of bread and  maybe a small bowl of cardboard flavored oats, then the rest of the day was used to burn the dead and infected or clean up the new streets that they were expanding into the QZ. Cleaning the streets is where I met Tess.

On my first day getting the assignment, Tess showed me what to do. Scrape up any of the ridiculously overgrown weeds, pick up weapons or broken glass, and grab any infected that were killed by a FEDRA officer to put into the back of truck. Me and Tess always made small talk, which kind of only consisted of her asking me random questions and talking about her “guy”  This “guy” sounded dreadful to me honestly. Brooding and unemotional was all I heard from the way she described him.

“You should come meet him in person.” She offered.

“I wish I could, tonight I am gonna get settled in the apartment they gave me. But maybe some other time.” I replied lying though my teeth. With that Tess stopped talking about him and began asking more about me again. Where are you from? How were you able to survive on your own? Were you born after the outbreak? I tried to keep my answers short, at the time I wasn’t looking to make any friends.

“I was born a few years before the out break in Texas. But of course, once the outbreak began my family didn’t stay there long.”

“Well, if you had a family where are they?” Tess questioned. I wished she didn’t push that much. “Sorry, I know I’m asking you a lot of personal stuff right now. Just trying to make some conversation with the new girl.” I sighed quietly with a slight relief. Hopefully quite enough that she did notice.

“Yeah, I just don’t talk about it a lot. I’d rather keep it that way.” I told her. Much didn’t happen the rest of that first shift.

Over the past two months here, me and Tess became what one could call friends. Maybe more acquaintances. However, we had each others back which was something I admired about her. I still hadn’t met the guy she talked about, which I found quite weird. One would think that by now I could’ve at least put a face to the name. Joel. Joel sounded like it had a lot more charisma to it than what I would’ve thought for someone who sounded so gloomy.

“Alright everybody, We’re done for the day.” A man said through the FEDRA speaker from the other end of the street. The group began to gather their tools together and make way to the ration station that was set up by the end of the street. Tess had her stuff together and went ahead of me. I struggled to grab my gloves and face mask that fell on the ground. I eventually got myself together enough to try and catch up to make my way to the ration station as well.  I began to look down to make sure I did in fact grab everything when I ran into a chest. Everything, once again fell to the ground in a loud thud.

“ugh” the man groaned.

“I should’ve been paying attention, sorry about that” I said to him not looking up. Instead, I look down at our feet and see all of my things spread out on the ground. I bend down to start picking things up. The man just stayed quiet and began to help pick up my things. I went to look for my mask when I saw his hand holding it in front of my eyes. That is when look up and met his eyes.

They’re brown.

His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Something in his eyes seemed so familiar.

“Thank you” I told him as I grabbed the handkerchief mask from his hand.

“No problem, Ma’am” he said with a slight southern accent. He began to turn away. I could stop myself from asking…

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I blurted to his back. He turn around to face me. “Sorry, I just… I don’t know there just something familiar about you.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met” he stated.

“Oh okay, yeah.” I replied flustered and confused. Closing my eyes to shield myself from any possible embarrassment.

“But” I heard him say with a soft tone, “I was thinking the same about you.” I knew it…

The man looked at me like he knew he had to of seen me before. His face didn’t reveal much. He stared at me longer than i was expecting. His eyes seemed to move around my head studying my features. He face gave away the idea that maybe he wasn’t going to be forgetting me again.

“Hey! You two finally meet.” Tess said from behind the man. “Joel this is (y/n), (y/n) this is Joel”

“Oh so this is (y/n)” Joel flatly says to Tess. The tone he just gave was very different from the one that had come out of his mouth less than a minute ago.

“Oh and you must be Joel the broody guy that Tess has told me about” I stated back to Joel.

“They’re about to close up, You better go get your rations” Tess says to me.

“You told her that I’m broody?” Joel question Tess.

“I mean I didn’t say that in so many words, but maybe it came off that way” Tess tell him, “plus, be nice. I think she could be good for helping us on runs.” Tess smacks his chest as they watched me grab my rations.

#joel #last of us #last of us part 1 #tess #cordyceps #joel miller #tommy miller #texas #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou fanfic #tlou hbo #ellie #writing #fanfic #fancfiction #please read #infected #i dont know what else to put for a hashtag so please read i worked hard #i hope you like it #lol

[jksprincess10]

Dressed for revenge 16. Counting stars

A/N: We are so close to the end ! CW: allusions to smut, canon-like violence, grief.

Masterlist for this fic Notification blog

The common dining room is suffocating, people of Jackson sitting, standing in every corner. People are angered by the rumors.

Emrys feels out of place.

They feel the people staring.

They wish they were a ghost who could float away.

Immortality was a bad choice.

Someone from the council speaks up, and everyone is silent out of respect.

“So, Pinedale community communicated with us. Said a group of people was looking for a man and a teenage girl. They will get here in the next few days if they don’t give up.” 

Everyone looks at Joel and Ellie.

“They’re dangerous. Heavily armed. We have to find a way to protect the community.”

“Everything was okay until they got here.” Someone shouts.

Lots of people approve, audibly or with a nod of the head. The gazes on them feel heavier.

Joel and Ellie don’t budge, but Emrys wants to disappear under the table. Still, they speak up.

“Well, we’re here and we’ll deal with it.” They say as they get up.

“We were never fully protected here.” Maria agrees, and Emrys is surprised to see her speak up for them. “It would have happened one day or another. So we find a solution, no need to fight amongst ourselves.”

Emrys sits back down and Joel holds their hand with a warm smile. Ellie looks pissed, because she knows what they want.

Her.

Her immunity.

People will start asking questions.

The plan gets elaborated by the community. Town on lockdown, kids, and vulnerable people inside at all times until the situation gets resolved. Only people who can fight are allowed outside.

Patrollers would stay just outside the community, so they can hopefully intercept them.

When everyone leaves the common dinning room, the tension is still palpable. No one talks to the newcomers, and it’s better that way. The three of them go home.

“I won’t stay inside.” Ellie says right when they all cross the doorstep, arms crossed on her chest.

“The hell you won’t. They want you, kid. They’ll kill you. Don’t be dumb.”

“But if I don’t go with them… they’ll hurt everyone here, Joel.”

Emrys wraps their arm around her shoulders and brings the kid close.

“Els, I already told you. Remember? If they come here, we’ll kick their asses. No one goes anywhere.”

“So stay inside, be good.” Joel warns.

She leaves them, mumbling something about needing space. They let her.

January 2024 3rd, community of Jackson

Even though they should be celebrating another year of surviving, the town has never been quieter. No kids running around. No life to look at the snowy mountains.

People also wanted to ask questions, but Joel’s constant grumpy face kept them from doing so. They were scared of him. He didn’t have the best reputation.

 After more discussion, the council decided it would be best for the vulnerable people to leave the town, as they expected the worst from the encounter. This included Maria and all kids, including Ellie. Pinedale community would take care of them while things calmed down.

Ellie didn’t take the news really well, and she resists even to the last minute.

“You have to go kid, It’s what’s best.” Joel argues.

But she feels abandoned. They can see it in the way her eyes shine with tears and fear.

“I promise Els’. We’ll be here when you’ll be back. It’s temporary. We don’t want anything happening to you…” Emrys promises as they caress the kid’s head.

Suddenly, she breaks. “I’m so scared.” She reaches for both of them with her thin arms, and they hug her tightly. “I don’t want to lose you guys.”

“You won’t.” Emrys reassures.

“We’ve been through worse, kid.”

Maria tells her it’s time to go. She straddles her horse, and they watch hopelessly as she leaves the gates with vulnerable families. Joel wraps an arm around his lover’s shoulder, bringing them close to his chest. They muffle their tears in his coat.

No one wants to lose more people.

And when that night, Joel makes love to his partner, they both can’t help the fear of it being the last time. They stay in each other’s arms, still sticky from sweat. And they think about the past, counting the people they lost in silence.

Joel counts to two.

Ghost counts to a hundred.

Wyatt.

People from the Haven.

January 4th 2024, community of Jackson

Nights are colder and feel even longer.  In a day, the moon is out longer than the sun.

Emrys and Joel are posted just outside the walls, while more people are waiting near the gates. Patrol nights are endless, and they always come home tired from being on edge all the time.

Their fear becomes real when a group of travelers approaches. Joel whistles to alert the others just inside the walls, and they all come out, guns ready to fire. Ghost is pointing a trusty arrow.

The strangers put their hands up.

And Joel recognizes them.

Fireflies. But he never saw them with that many resources.

“What do you want?” Tommy shouts amongst the tense group.

“You know what we want.” Marlene. She looks at Joel. “Give us the girl, and we’ll leave.”

“She ain’t here, Marlene. She left.” Joel doesn’t budge, sniper aimed directly at the woman.

“Don’t you wanna save everyone, Joel?” She tries to reason him.

Whispers amongst the survivors of Jackson. What was the connection between saving everyone and the girl?

“You can’t save everyone by killing her.” Emrys replies, arrow tense against the chord of their bow.

Marlene addresses the rest of the community. “Joel is trying to keep us from finding a cure. The girl is immune.”

“That can’t be true.” Someone says from the crowd.

“You don’t have the resources to find a cure.” Tommy barges in.

“Fine. I’m afraid that…” They all take their weapons back out. “If you don’t give us the girl, we’ll have to kill all of you.”

No one knows who shoots first. But the silent air gets filled by the sounds of gunshots.

Emrys shoots until they’re out of arrows. When they’re out, they take out a gun and aim. Joel is struggling with one of the fireflies, and Emrys gets closer to shoot the invader in the head. Blood splatters on Joel’s face. His lover gives him their hand to help him get up.

Marlene appears out of nowhere, and Emrys feels a burning sensation in their shoulder. Fuck. They take out the knife, and thankfully, the cut is pretty shallow. Joel aims at her.

“You’ll always be a fuckin’ murderer, Joel Miller.” She spits at him. He shoots, brown irises blank with sternness.

She falls between other fireflies’ bodies.

Emrys checks on their own group ; a few of them are down, but most people seem okay.

The other fireflies are disoriented when their leader falls, and Emrys takes the opportunity to retrieve some of their arrows.

Until they hear a loud, familiar, but terrifying sound.

January 4th 2024, community of Pinedale

It seems it would be another sleepless night for Ellie.

She’s tossing and turning between the bodies of other survivors from Jackson. They’re all packed in one big room. And she can hear every breath. Every cry of a child.

She closes her eyes again.

When she finally sleeps, she sees a film moving rapidly, of all the people she lost.

The film gets stuck on Riley. Replays her death over and over again.

#dressed for revenge

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for making my close friends forget everything they had experienced over the past 100 years?

(ooc: this is major spoilers for this media also. Just a warning)

Me (??? f) and 6 other people including a pair of twins, two older men, and two guys around my age, were forced on a century-long journey to try and stop a world / universe-destroying force. We traveled across worlds, trying to collect something called 'the light of creation' that enhanced this force to an incredibly deadly degree and live in these worlds for a year before the world would either be consumed if we were to fail to collect this light or would hopefully survive this force as we were to move onto the next world. The reason we were able to do this so many times was because every time we'd escape from a world, our bodies would be reset back to where the journey originally began. So dying wasn't an issue as long as one person escaped from our ship. After some time we learned more and more about this force and were able to come up with a plan to give us much more time than a year to stop this force, a plan I disagreed with. However, when originally I brought up my own idea, it was overruled and shut down. So, we ended up breaking up the light into artifacts, powerful weapons that we scattered in a world very similar to our own which would give us many years and, what we hoped, would throw the force off our trail for good. Though these artifacts in this new world started wars where thousands of people had died and it didn't take long for me, and I'm sure the rest of my crew, to realize what we had done was wrong. Though there wasn't much for us to do, so I decided to take matters in my own hands. Now what had happened, I didn't mean for it to be as severe as it was nor go on for as long as it did. On our travels, we collected this strange creature that when fed media, songs, writing, etc. it could make everyone in the entire universe forget it / remember it in an instant and when drinking the water that it lives in you'll remember everything that you had one forgotten. So I did just this. As the journal keeper of our travels, I had every single thing that we went through written down, every journey, every word, I wrote it all down and fed it to this creature. However, some of the stuff that a few of my members had forgotten was regrettable. One of them was so involved with this mission of ours, that the only thing left to him was his name. Another, one of the twins, his sister went missing not long before I had put this plan into action and so I had to make him forget her completely. I couldn't have him go looking for her and get into trouble with the artifacts. I put the remaining people in places where they would be safe, and happy, and they were for a decade of time and during that time I tried to collect these artifacts myself, and one of them, my own, was easy to obtain but when I tried to get the others... well it didn't end well. I lost 30 years of my life to a torture game. I realized I couldn't do this alone. I set up a workforce, of people to come together to help me. See this creature had a kid, so if I fed the information again to the creature's kid but left out the parts about the artifacts then I could allow people to know about them without knowing about the century-long journey. This meant I could also get the people who remained of the 6 I could have access to besides the one I kept beside me, one of the twins, a human about my own age, and one of the older members of our crew. They helped me collect all the relics, becoming wonderful young men and creating bonds but recently shit went down. The force arrived and I put my plan into action and tried to put up the barrier but the rest of my crew all found the baby of the creature and now remembers everything. Reasonably, they're all angry, but I did it to protect them. I didn't want them to get hurt, and what we were doing to this world was wrong. AITA?

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